This malady...

Yes.
This malady that ails me thus, has it a name?
Pritheetell, perchance a cure?
And yet.
I would not be cured of it for it suits me well.
A melody ever a-wing in my mind.
A cloppety-clop! of my heart every so often.

>>>>fast forward to the present day...

Yeah.
Sure it got a name, you whupped bra, and as the light fades you see it emblazoned across your speedily diminishing consciousness:
LOVE

I mean why else would these snippets of song leap unbidden to my mind?
A whole cartel hounding my every waking moment.

Madonna:
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby

Look, I KNOW it won't do for a red-blooded African man like myself to walk around humming that sort of stuff but well, here I am!

Jagged Edge:
Is it real
What I feel
Could it be
You and me ’till the end of time
Never part
Take my heart
Hold it tight
It’s true love you know I gotta be

Aight, so maybe that's not so bad but honestly what's happening to me?

PM Dawn:
Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you.
I have a love for you that nothing hides.
Whatever it is I do, I’m always thinking of you.
I hope you look at me through patient eyes.

Somedays I spend in a haze, like reality will only reassert itself when I am with HER once again.

About a girl this story is, attention rapt, my own.

Yep, even Yoda makes the occasional appearance with some snide remark.
And as for a genuine quote from the fella (I actually have him on my pda)
"Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try."

Lisa got me trippin' and I'm likin' it -to the accompaniment of a banjo