Lunatic Love

Certain things are universally true. At the beginning and end of every day humans are all looking for love and would all like for that love to be unconditional. A true love that accepts us exactly “as is”, blemishes (physical or otherwise) and all. We may look in different places, objects and people for this perfect love, but the fact that we are, all of us, looking for love of one kind or another would be difficult to dispute.

Ultimately, we are all residents of the bargain bin of love.

So many people spend so long looking for it that when it finally appears shock and wonder take hold and they’re not quite sure what to do now that they’ve realized their dream. Doubt sets in almost immediately. Is this really it? Or am I imagining “it”?

Once the initial honeymoon period “life is so completely unbelievable grand” subsides, contentment and doubt do a back and forth dance of messing with the mind. The mind, mind you, not the heart. If the love was true to begin with the heart always knows it and the mind just gets in there and tries to make a mess of things. Even before this period though, when things are still relatively new and intense, there is a sense, gained from prior experience, that maybe this too could all fall apart into discontentment, resentment and finally revulsion. Fear plays its game with your mind.

Fear resides in the mind. Love lives in the heart.

New love has inspired songwriters as long as they’ve been singing them. David Bowie’s Heroes, is a favorite. Failed, crumbled and destroyed love has probably informed many more. Achy Brakey Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus would be one of the least favorites. But few songs address with such alacrity as the group Cake what goes on in the minds of many as their love matures, solidifies. As we become more comfortable with one another we let it all hang out, risking that the romance will be lost. Romance is not love, but can the loss of one mean the death of the other? As the song suggests, to love madly, to love without reserve and without the interference of the mind may just be the ticket.

Love You Madly

I don’t want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don’t want to worry whether
We’re gonna stay together
‘Till we die

I don’t want to jump in
Unless this music’s thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

I don’t want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they’re pulling down the branches
Of the Tree

I don’t want to think about it
I don’t want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom
Of the sea

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now, yeah
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

I don’t want to hold back
I don’t want to slip down
I don’t want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done

I don’t want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don’t want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

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