Right off the bat, I have to acknowledge that English is a terrible language for love. You can “love” your spouse, your dog, your job, the Red Sox and Chicago deep-dish pizza. If love means the same thing to you in all those cases, you need help beyond anything I can provide. (Spanish is marginally better: There are two verbs, querer and amar , that mean love. Only the latter of which denotes passionate, romantic love.) The ancient Greeks, in contrast, had a whole love vocabulary, dividing it