Below this post, my darling wife, you will find a love song.
Because without you, I would never bother to sing love songs any more.
(This post isn’t the romantic part… it is the song posted below this post that is the romantic part… so why are you still hanging around here, silly?)
This post is part of a series of posts set up by Ed Hotspur, to remind us of the ones we love. To read posts by other gifted people, follow this link to the latest instalment of Romantic Monday…
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/bittersweet-perfection-a-rainy-romantic-monday-post/
Pouring My Art Out 
A lovely poem — and it’s genuine, doesn’t need frills, and you were smart to leave them out. In the future — more mike on the voices, or less on the guitar — it is overpowering, though beautiful. Try singing this like Steve Tyler would — you have a lot more voice inside you than you are letting out. Lovely, lovely, lovely!
I am still learning the digital recorder, but I am getting better. Thanks.
Tech stuff is all you need — your guitar and voice are both lovely.
Thanks. It is the tech stuff I am bad at.
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