As I was doing my laundry I had an interesting though. It stemmed from people who say that they love beer but really couldn't explain the difference between a lager and an ale, not to mention that most of those that claim to love do not notice that Anheuser Busch tastes the same whether it is called Michelob or Budweiser. All that brought to mind the thought that maybe very few people actually understand what Love actually means.
To many Love is a just a word that means to extremely like something. But my view is that cuts the true meaning to a much lower mark. Love is to like something to a point of fanatacism. When One Love a child they know all about the child that they hold so dear, not just the way the child walks or talks, but also the likes dislikes, the reason why the child feels that way toward this or that. This endearment could go so far as to lead one to dishonesty to ones self. A mother when informed that her baby may not be the innocent that she sees him or her to be will go through denial. What of a Fan, rooted from fanatic, that continually returns year after year, donating hard earned money and time to a sports team hasn't given their all to return the investment.