Don't ya love her madly

Don't ya need her badly
Don't ya love her ways
Tell me what you say
Don't ya love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't ya love her face

Are u like me in that u “hear” songs, but u never paid attention to “the gist” of them… I heard this one coming home tonight…

It conjured up those times in my life when, yes, I loved her (whomever she was at the moment) madly.

It’s better than a pay raise.. Better than a compliment from your boss… Yes, even better than working all weekend on a charitable project - and the feel that comes with that.

Don’t you love her madly…

Think about that… If you’re in a relationship - then yes, you know what this means. Yeah, u might takey for granted, but u know the feel.

You walk into a retail establishment - and thoughts turn from you to she (or he)… “Ohhhhh, he’d soooo like that.”

You getta email… from “her” (or him) and it’s “don’t u love her (or him) madly.”

Ring ring, or whatever ur GD ringtone happens to be… “Don’t u love her (or him) madly.”

One can be sky high about a new job… One can graduate with a 3.9 GPA.. One can have the love shared of their family.. One can jump in the pool on a 95 degree day.. One can jump in the oh so perfect 80 degree waterbed on a 10 degree day… but there’s NO feel like “don’t u love her (or him) madly.”

All thoughts are consummated by “her” (or him). All actions are centered around “her” (or him).

You could givea shit about other stuff in life ‘ceptin’ “her” (or him.) “Don’t you love her madly.”

If this cyclical MF we call life - we get in this mode… We’re oblivious as to how friggin’ good it is at the time.. We, albeit, VERY centered on “her” (or him)… we don’t think of potentially losing (thru perhaps no fault of your own) that feel. We can’t see past onea those GD calendars that flip day-by-day. We’re smitten. We’re idiotic.. We don’t think logically.. You couldn’t wipe the smile offa our face with an AK47... “Don’t you love her (or him) madly.”

The song continues, as often life does, with “Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door.”

All your love
All your love
All your love
Yeah, all your love is gone

See, we reach that point, we can’t fathom that. It’s a real shocker when that happens. But life is what it is. And it does happen.

So sing a lonely song
Of a deep blue dream
Seven horses seem to be on the mark
Well, don't ya love her madly
Don't ya love her madly
Don't ya love her madly

Victor… is this like a little message from you to your ex? Ahm, let’s be for real here. I was, admittedly VERY MUCH in the “don’t you love her madly” stage…

Then… “Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door”… and I admit I did… And in many respects, I’ll probably always love her because I’d reached the whimsical point of “Don’t you love her madly.”

But I’m Ok. I still sing this song that I never learned the lyrics to until now. (I’m impressed, it’s only like what, 40 years old?)…

The point of this all is the “Don’t you love her (or him) madly” stage.” For those, likes (forget whoinththell is still here) CJ, Connie, Lisa, Lilly Langtree, Terry, Cherryl, Valerie- that are “with one”… and to glisten and gleam that they’re able to rock to the sound of this song “Don’t you love her (or him) madly.”

Just for the feel. I hope we all one day will getta feel this feel again. I don’t givea shit if it too one day dies/ends… all things die/end.. It’s the moments in life that count.. And “Don’t you love her (or him) madly” is a very, very good moment. Focused. Centered. Blinders. One. Magnified.

Don't ya love her madly
Don't ya need her badly
Don't ya love her ways
Tell me what you say
Don't ya love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't ya love her face

Morrison may be dead. The song may be decades old. The message is the same. “Don’t you love her (or him) madly” is a gift. A gift I think we’ve all shared/experienced A gift some of us thought would never end but “Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door” happened - we deal with it.. And we await our next “don’t you love her (or him) madly.”

I know this is stupid, but there’s a passion in the song, the stirred up mems of passion for that person, on that day.. And I figured I’d share.

May we all (if we ain’t) love madly again. Tell me what you say.

Love, madly, Victurd.