I can’t help it! Love is driving me crazy. Always has. Romantic is an aspiration, not a frivolous and dismissive designation. I’m taking advantage of this day to play some tunes that go straight to the heart. No matter how corny, how dreamy, how you say, silly, this is the direction I want to follow because, to quote the great Eddie Floyd, Love is a doggone good thing! Motown was founded on love. Ella and Louis sang about it over dinner. Guys in garages everywhere have been and, at this very moment, are stomping about it.
It keeps us warm at night and sends us out the door in the morning, eager to return. It’s nice work, if you can get it. We were meant to be right here under the stars, with that big ole moon over your shoulder and that look in your eyes.
St. Valentine, before he was a saint, fostered love among the troops and their dear ones and, at the very end of his life sent a note, which read, I love you, your Valentine. That’s the kind of hero I can get behind. Not to mention every true lover and wisher and hoper and dreamer who’s ever been and ever will be. Two people, together, making that connection, spreading all that feeling around. Seeing the possibilities. Keeping the faith. Opening to that essential feeling.
Love, Love, Love. It’s all you need. It’s all that matters.