The lovelorn crooner on my YouTube romantic songs playlist is singing about how he goes crazy when he looks into this woman’s eyes, and I almost start going crazy myself remembering similar times in my life.
I bemoan the lost years and the lost loves and looking in their eyes and going probably as crazy as that singer is at this magical musical moment.
I play the song a second and a third time because I’m savoring the sensations and the memories of those going crazy and being so in love feelings.
And in an uncharacteristically vulnerable state I find myself wishing that hearts were never broken and everybody could go crazy and be that much in love for all of their lives and forever like those happy ever after fairy tales.
Then I come to my waning senses and remember the saying, there’s no fool like an old fool and I end this woefully nostalgic poem.
Bob Boyd