Strange days

Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
A sentence I could suddenly say to some especially charming persons on the street. Sometimes I have this quaint feeling when I see a human walking on a street, then i realize the human's fascinating individuality that I get myself being in love with right away and then I would like to go to the mysterious person from the street and say the sentence or at least something like that. But you know my poltroonery. I just love the word, not that I'm a poltroon in its straight, but more in a diverse meaning. I just keep inventing my own words and phrases all the time. Hope they're grammatically correct, because I dare to use them (that's just me, darling!).
Anyway, i was ill. I had an influenza. Oh, love the word again - influenza! I had an influenza! Now it doesn't even sound that bad!
I'm listening to good music right now, Doors precisely. One of my favourite bands. Led Zeppelin and Queen for others, with Queen on the top. They are all just extremely good. I've been in love with them all. Queen first and as the longest, then being in love grew into real love. So with Led Zeppelin and Doors as well. Every song makes me.. overthink's the word. The lyrics are just so fascinating. But in their meaning I'm never sure. And then I try hard to get their meaning. And I always get several meanings. But some of the lyricists were high during the writing process.. If you've got high, then you obviously think differently and probably it gives inspiration to write. In those cases there has definately been way too much of inspiration.. Difficult to me understand their point of view, because I haven't been high in that meaning, otherwise I'm high pretty often, get high of emotions.