Love

The word love is definitely thrown around too much. You love your wife and your dog. You love pizza and that car you saw on the tv. You love your college and your house. You love to cook and knit. You love how your hair looks after it gets cut, but only when your hair dresser does it. You love the color red and aol. You love The Beatles and The Stones. You love the Yankees and The Cowboys. You love Hyannis Port, but only in the fall. You love the smell the bbq makes when you are making steaks and you love strawberry shortcake. You love your Aunt Marge and you love her homemade Lemon Cakes. You tell everyone before you hang up the phone you love them.

When a word is thrown around this much, doesn't it lose some of its meaning?