He Plays the Guitar

Walking into the room
A gentleman such as he
Would say I wore
A dressing gown.

He didn't see me there,
Touched his sweet guitar,
Played a lonely note
And then an octave higher.

The unison and symmetry
The other half was to be me.

He put the guitar
Outside of the room
"Business stays there, In here is pleasure."

I brought it back in,
I said to mix both
He poured us red wine,
We had a toast.

The unison and symmetry,
The other half was to be me.

He took my wine,
We both stood up
He took my hands
In them he poured one glass.

He drank from it
Then I did the same,
Our eyes met like
The first time again.

The unison and symmetry,
The other half was to be me.

I touched the guitar,
Still warm from his hands,
I knew what he needed
I felt his demands.

He looked in my eyes
And saw how I saw,
Though we'd kissed times before,
This was our first.

The unison and symmetry,
The other half is now me.