When peace and love and rock'n'roll came along I was fashionable for, maybe, the first time in my life. It didn't last of course. Oh, I'm not complaining.
What the preacher calls loss, the poet refers to as a broken heart. Maybe the reason that we don't love with total abandon is to avoid some degree of the inevitable.
There's evidence that I love too hard. I was never cool. I could never be fashionable. Again.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.