Day 55: My Guitarman
Chocolates nor roses he gave not,
But a poem he wrote, my heart he got;
He wasn't much of a poem writer,
But his poem got my yes for an answer.
I see him more as a guitar player,
All sorts he can play, he was a rocker;
At a moment's notice he changed to classical,
Now he can play both, it feels magical.
1 comment:
tita cee, tumataginting na limpak limpak ang blog natin ah hahaha. my auction ads na. LOL. I have a spare blog di ko alam kung ano gagawin ko dun. gusto ko sana mag pay per post pero I have no time eh.
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