Chants

There is a CD of African chants I listen to. They are so beautiful. Are they prayers, songs of love, lullabies? I don't know. Oli-oli-O, one chant goes - I can't understand it but part of me responds to it. Like your name, the rhythm of your speech - a thrill ride, I am still trembling. Nothing is what I expected it to be. Intoxication, sudden and sweet.. how could I protect myself from that?? I want to be with you - not eat, be with you, not sleep. The words gushed forth - we talked of EVERYTHING and when I was distracted - you stole my heart.