Love Tunes
How great is he who penned the words,
If music is the food of love, then play on,
Would he seem small who pen these words
If blinding jealousy is the tune love plays,
Then please stop the music.
When love stretches out her selfish hands
And on unstrung harps plays tunes
For he who dares to listen,
Melodies no one else can understand
Although others may hear the music.
When dancers dance to love tunes
Played by love’s selfish, impish hands
Respect is lost for God, and man,
Lost of self, degradation,
Cursing, hurting, crunching,
With heals of selfish desires,
Then I stand small with he who penned
The words,
If blinding jealousy is the tune love plays
Then please stop the music.
Copyright@Juliet Christie Murray
Love Me to night
Walk with me tonight
Sit under the coconut tree
Let’ the cool sea water
Bath our feet as I am
Showered with your love.
Tell me you love me,
I am in love enough to believe
The moon will be our witness
My heart will give me away,
The waves will be the organ
The night skies will sing of our love.
Soy Criada
Copyright@Juliet Christie Murray