For the nectar of love it acts like yeast,
I dislike fermentation of a juice so neat.
If slow it’s ardent, cute and mild,
We start dreaming of a fairy in dance,
And love is blended with rimes of romance,
I like this blending like a flower’s sweat.
Fast music is a noise so badly shrilled,
Slow music brings peace to the restless mind,
A peaceful mind is never unkind,
Sing and dance on a slow sweet beat.