There are ninety-six Sanskrit words for "love",
But I have only one.
One word to say that I love raindrops on roses,
And family and friends,
And sunshine kisses on my skin,
And melting chocolate moments,
And snowflakes falling silent as winter's breath,
And the tinkle of children's laughter in the summer,
And fairy tales and daydreams,
And the lonely sound of the train whistles at midnight,
And my country,
My one word loses meaning through so much repetition.
"I love you" rings hollow in the ears because it is said too often
Without nuance and sincerity.
It is said so often that "love" means nothing at all
Even when it has never meant more.
“Sanskrit has ninety-six words for love; ancient Persian has eighty, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling.” - Robert Johnson, Fisher King, p. 6