so, ah, Bets I see you're having a problem with the word love. I admit I did too awhile back. I'd cringe when I said it or heard it said. even got called a few names here and there, like mother Theresa.
finally learned not to take it personally or feel the negativity of being called names because of other's interpretation of who and what you are; these others who cringe like I used to are measuring themselves by another's expression and comparing. every time one gets uptight with another's expression of language, and language is all it is, they are talking about whats in their head about who they think they are, not who you are. thats how I dealt with objections to my using the word love, throwing it hither and thither. I should stick to PUL word, because p=pure, u=unconditional.
but even the PUL word is just a word and people equate PUL to love with its misconceptions what it is. love cannot be taught. it must be experienced.
so far as I know you are damed if u do, and damed if u dont to be using any kind of language because down through the centuries we gather misinformation around the words and insist that we are right, and the other interpretation is wrong, when different interpretations of what love is are all genuine indications of where one is on their pathway and so we are all right whereever we might stand.
I believe that eventually, the intentions of what a person is describing or communicating will come before the words fall from their lips and be understood and we will read between the lines during the shift in consciousness to be more accepting of one another. the shift is just another word for seekers of knowledge who are balancing the mind with the heart activily.
these days, I can say when I write the word love to my signature, I actually feel the love go into the letters and wasn't always like that. the freedom to express love is a wonderful freedom feeling, but I sense the freedom gets even more pronounced as we go along, to cultivate the feeling within the exercises by focusing on it.
my best to you! pushing my buttons again are you?