Love revisited . . .
That beautiful, marvelous, amazing, fab
word LOVE is bandied about with an
unrelenting fervor . . . I love buttermilk
and eggnog. I love sleeping in on Sunday
morns. I love it when it rains. I so love
my grandmother. Love my kids to death.
Alas, there seems to be no distinction
between loving hot chocolate and loving
your son.
In Spanish, the verb AMAR is used
exclusively for people and GUSTAR for
things. We too have an old English adage,
Love people, like things. This nags at me.
I believe the distinction is important. If
you say to your daughter that you love
peanut butter sandwiches in the same
breath in which you tell her you love her . . .
you get my point.
Me thinks we should be more careful in
our usage. I love my children, all seven
of them. I love my dad, love of my life
that he is. I love my family and friends.
And, I like all manner of this and that . . .
NOT to be confused, the one with the
other!
love me loving you
i like all my treasures too
not to be entwined
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