Like Vs Love

The wind through my hair,
The sun on my skin,
A smile on my face,
Red and juicy strawberries,
Him.

I like them all,
I love them all,
But they are not the same.

We emphasize like and love
but we are clueless to
the meanings of such words.

We like and love nearly everything.
Why do we do this?

If we compare the wind to the person,
Does that mean we enjoy the little things in life
As much as the larger, more noticeable things,
Or do we assume too much???