I am Nick's guitar.

For many years we have been a team. He has carried me with him to all the ends of the earth and back. Not many in this life can claim the same degree of devotion that Nick has for me.

We make beautiful music together. Oh, I know, that's a trite cliche in this day and age, but it is a saying that rings true.

See how he holds me? Tenderly he cradles me in his arms, resting me carefully in his lap. His fingers glide sensually over me calling forth the soft romantic tones of love.

Strumming my strings he sings to me and I quiver beneath his touch. He never hides anything from me. I have felt his joy and heard his laughter. I have felt his tears drop onto my body and longed to hold him to ease the hurt.

Yet my very existence has brought him through the pain of his life, for music is truly the great healer. With his songs he has poured out more of himself to me than he will ever share with a lover.

Let him have his flings, for I know that he will always come back to me.

I am Nick's guitar.