Your marvelous sitar
vintage like velvet.
Replaces guitars
with hearts that melted.
When you sit down to play
time passes slowly.
Each note as if a day
of songs so holy.
You play so exotic
I can't recreate.
The trance is hypnotic
I anticipate.
Pick'n strum I try my hand
your sitar won't go.
Too elegant to stand
fumbling from this beau.
-SGR
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