My guitar my kindliest friend, 
Only it can please me, and, 
Give me much joyful time, 
When my feelings at its prime.
 
Everyone could bother me; 
But my guitar could never be.
Now I am not lonely as before; 
'cause you gave me much, much more.
In my life we'll never apart; 
You'll live in my broken-heart.
My guitar my kindliest friend.
Only you have been near; 
When my eyes, filled with tears.
Her rudeness, I can not forget; 
The last time, when we were met.
That memory, brings me tears; 
At that time, who has been near.
My guitar my kindliest friend.                
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The melodies of your poem and the sweet tunes of your guitar, if I could see together!