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Eagles: The Heart of the Matter [live from Hell Freezes Over]

Ever had to ghost a friend for survival...yet still miss them sometimes? Look no further than this song, my weary friend.

God but I love these men.
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Also as an aside: He looks well because he has spent his life doing something he loves.

[Maybe also genetics and tough older generation lol]
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Oberon1 · 61-69, M
This song says it all when it comes to passionate relationships with issues!
SW-User
@Oberon1 Sometimes we miss people even if they were pricks to us...this is because we are human and we wish things could be better. So we pine in vain.
Oberon1 · 61-69, M
@SW-User I howled at the moon for seven years. This is what I wrote about that!
I've Known Love

I believe in love
I've known it
The pounding heart
the butterflies
the lack for breath
the heavy sighs
being alone in a crowded room
falling into her eyes
and drowning forever
Every sensation sacred
to touch her
to taste her
The sound of her breathing
Her voice
Her passion
her smell
The unique mysterious
smell of her body
Her sex
Oh the sight of her!
Breath taking beauty
awesome splendor
Her image imprinted
branded blazoned on the canvass
of my soul
with colors and hues impossible
to recreate or simulate
outside the eyes of my mind

Tragically though
the depth and intensity
of a love that is found
is exponentially
dwarfed by the grief
of a love that is lost
the weeping mourning insanity
of a broken heart
I knew love
I knew heart break
I lost myself
in my yearning for death
I became
a cowardly drunken dog
skulking in the streets
drinking from the gutter
running from everyone
and everything
Licking my infected wounds
choking on the poison discharge
of bitterness and remorse

I know love
Whether by laughter and joy
or with tears of sorrow
Terrible wicked sweet
Mother of songs!
I would gladly endure
one year of your hell
for one hour of your heaven
I lay my torch
at the tomb of our love