2003-07-14 - 12:15 p.m.
Love Letter To My Guitar
Dear Marlena,
Where do I start? How do I explain how deep my love for you is? How everytime I pick you up, I feel a sense of satisfaction that has evaded me elsewhere.
Your sound is perfectly balanced, and you only sound better the older you get...and right now, you're only a year and 6 months, so think of how much better you'll sound in ten years, twenty years...
Others pale in comparison to you, even though I can still be bewitched and seduced by many of them at times. But, just because I pick one of them up and play a few chords, doesn't mean I won't be coming home to you.....
You were there for me when I was burned and scorned, you've been there for me when I've pined and yearned, and you'll be there for me when I move away and am alone in the greatest city in the world.
And no human being ever has come close to what you mean to me.
Love,
Michael
