Abstract or Concrete?

Typical of most nights when only one adult is home...

4 kids sit on one side of the counter.
I am on the other -

Serving dinner, cleaning, and checking up on homework.

A song heard earlier in the day pops back into my head, and as usual
I start singing, microphoning, & in general "rocking out"

to the good tunes of my youth.....

"Love bites, love bleeds,
it's bringing me to my knees....
(come on - you know the words)
Love lives, loves dies,
it's no surprise...."

To which, my 10 year old Mickinley replies....

"Actually mom, that kind of is a surprise...
Love is abstract, not concrete. It can't live or die."

Hmmm.....