Intune With love.
The thoughts that invade my monkey mind are often of a musical kind.
I ask the moon and the stars above, what is this thing called love?
Beyond control my thoughts take wings, a symphony of horns and strings.
Music like love makes the world go around. Romantic love is the drama, music the sound.
The sound of love in a squeaky bed, is music not discussed, better left unsaid.
My mind runs away to love and passion, in the Frankie and Johnny fashion.
Or like the south Texas town down El Paso way, for the love of a maiden there was gun play.
These songs of passion entertain but there are songs in another vain.
Sacred music, songs of love Soul and Gospels to the lord above.
When the slaves pick cotton they do not despair, they believe heaven is waiting, the lord is up there.
The mind drifts up to the starry sky above, all soft and cuddly immersed in love.
Singing hymns like “Amazing Grace” in a church or some sacred place.
An ex slave trader wrote the words to Amazing Grace. So anyone can change no matter what their disgrace.
There are uplifting popular songs, songs that suit sing-a-longs.
Oh! What a wonderful world, starry starry night these are loving songs of delight.
Cradled in loving arms we heard our first song and remember it all lifelong.
The lullaby a mother sings, unaccompanied by any strings.
Just the sound of a comforting voice is every child’s choice.
A mother’s love, does not stand alone, a farther is needed to complete the family home.
Like yin and yang in harmony, all in tune in a loving family.
To gather together to sing for pleasure is a good way to spend our leisure.
With a song on our lips and a smile on our face we can make the world a better place.