"Love Her Madly" - The Doors
I will go out on a limb here and presume that this refers to an amorous personal relationship and will eschew cheeky angles such as "my right hand" or "music" or "baseball" or the like.
My first "real" girlfriend and love was my senior year in high school. Long story short without going into too much personal detail, she was a bit sheltered growing up. Now, while I was not the parental nightmare of a fuck up back then (quite the contrary; I was like something plucked out of a Norman Rockwell bucolic), compared to her I was WAY more worldly. And one of the things she was never into before me was the music of The Doors.
Admittedly, albums like The Doors "Greatest Hits" are rather vanilla entry-level for classic rock (especially compared to the stuff on the boxed set!), but it WAS the Midwest in the late 80s. Anything other than the pop radio crap du jour was a HUGE upgrade. Well, she became an instant fan. I think I even bought her the "Greatest Hits" CDs for some gift-giving occasion or the other.
Well, we stayed together post-graduation (there's a funny story surrounding my commencement speech that involved her that I will have to share sometime) and headed off to different schools. She visited me once in the fall and spent winter break together back home, so things were going well. Then she started hanging out with some douchebag at her school, and the seams began to unravel rather quickly. Some harsh words may have been exchanged.
In her final kiss-off, salt-in-the-wound letter, she had the gall to quote the Poet Morrison to me.
Don't you love her as she's walking out the door.
Bitch.
