Lapsing into bliss
He gently picks her out
Fondly holding
Making her comfortable on his lap
With his arms around her
His fingers gently work up a rhythm
And he knows which strings to touch
Creating a world of magic with a guitar
While moving to the beat of his music,
I watched, lapsing into bliss!
poem by Anita Atina
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