Music always had a special place in our relationship. While street hopping on a Sunday evening, we came across a beautiful cafe. The wind, the coffee and the music made it a bewitching setting. As we were about to leave, a beautiful song started playing which had a soothing instrumental. I was thrilled listening to it. So we asked the cafe owner which song was it & what the instrument was. The owner told us the name of the instrument like a ukulele. We immediately decided to check it out. A mile from our location there was a Kadence music store. We went there and checked out ukuleles. I was taken by it. Within an hour, we left the shop with a ukulele in our hand. We both began seriously practising on it. Within a month I played him my first song on our ukulele. He was excited. He promised me that someday when I become an expert, we will perform in front of a crowd. I held his hand and told him that I will work hard to make this dream come true.

Today, I took out my ukulele from the cupboard. It was some time since I had played it but still, it was good. The only issue was that though the ukulele made a soothing sound, there was no soul in its music. He had taken it away with him.

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It hurts to play the
ukulele yet I do
it with all my heart,

To make songs on you
that you dedicate to
your beloved half.

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||The Ukulele Girl Next Door||

I was watching you from my window pane, sitting in comfort on your reclining chair, straightening hair with your wooden paddle hair brush. Your dog Watson made me jealous slumbering in your lap, I wished to be in taking a nap. With your soft hands you picked up your dog, as you let him slide under the blanket of your king-size bed. You then started playing songs on your ukulele, as I tried to catch the sound of the strings created by you magical fingers. A couple of songs, and then your dad came and turned off the lights. I banged my window and then fell on my bed, took some heavy breaths, whispered your songs, couple of minutes, as I slumbered having you in my dreams.

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Of course, I want to see those ill-
fated departures of yours as an
omen of new arrival.
Of course, I want those hands that
never bid goodbyes before leaving, wave me Hello
but holding a grudge, I prefer to let. your
deserted notes of unlove play
on the ukulele chords, a song of
uncertain love.

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My Pleasure
She a masterpiece from both back and face
And she sits in splendour in her special place
She’s lifted me up from my saddest time
And feeds my sanity and and my troubled mind
Her body shaped for one’s desire with a neck that reaches higher and higher
The song she sings can be mellow and sweet
With a rhythmic sadness to an up tempo beat
I place my hands on her smooth silken frame
As she begs for my touch again and again
From deep inside she echoes the purest chord
I can’t let you go when you beg for more
My head is filled with melodic desire
You make me happy. You light my fire
My special passion that I indulge in daily
My musical lover. My ukulele
Chris O’Malley

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Life is a Ukulele.
You cannot master it without
scratching your head learning
the frets and chords.

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Love is like ukulele...If once we addicted to that...We will never avoid that...
If we tried to avoid then we get failure...🤎

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I strum my ukulele to produce the sound of my soul

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