My One

I don’t have the best touch,
or the greatest smile.
I’m not the best with words
and I can’t run a mile.
I can’t always be there
at the times you need me,
and I can’t wrap my arms
around your beautiful body.
But listen, my dear,
just listen close,
because when you need me,
I’ll play my strings.
When you need me there,
when you’re falling,
just reach out, listen
for my guitar to sing.

© Blake Leitch February 16, 2012

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