Oh, I have a bit of writing in me. The second song. If you have ever found a black (dark blue really) eyed woman who you did not fall instantly in Love with, you missed a thing. You missed some otherwordly passion that comes not from another, not from yourself really, it is a passion that arises from a wry grin and a certain amount of anger like taking down a wild horse. Dark blued eyed women with long black hair and I if I were the Highway man in the song...yup...I'd ride to my death.

With unction, 'don't fricking touch her or I will slit your neck'. Everyone must feel this passion for someone before it becomes clear. There has to be a driving urge to protect or a man withers. You can protect by a pension, you can protect by an inheritance, but protecting by a rapier seems the best to me. I'm going to ramble, screw it OP can delete but

Having long ago realized that Love doesn't go away (if it indeed was Love) and having a bunch of them (mostly all married and I get long with hubbies and kids) I can see how the culture has been split into 'we protect ours' and 'ours' is a couple of people but my concept which I spill out here, because I am in a mood is, you don't look for Love you try your hardest (probably why I am a bachelor) to BECOME Love. You don't try to PRAY, you become PRAYER because you are empassioned.

Can you imagine coming back to an Inn to rescue your 'black-eyed' Love even though you knew you were doomed? It didn't matter...if you do not protect your loves, your fucking life is useless anyhow. Not rising to the occasion makes cowards of us all, of either gender. Rant over about the song.