The Undiscovered Guitar (High School)

You're wrapped around your blue velvet;
I hold magic for your singing.
Your voice remains a wonder.
I heard from others, you were fancy.
I came to play with your heart.
I heard your voice ringing.
Your voice is a joy.
Here I go,
Plucking and Strumming,
Up and down the hill,
Running to the end.
Going down the slide.
Climbing up and down the steps,
Starting all over again.
Your voice is a joy I may buy,
You stand out of your unwrapped blue velvet.