A New Metaphor for Love

natural_cheeseAccording to Bette Midler, some say love is a river, others say it is a razor; she personally thinks it’s a flower.

I disagree.  I say love is like cheese.  It ripens with time.  But left alone, it hardens and dries out.

It comes in many shapes, sizes and colors.

It can be holey, kosher, and sometimes downright sinful.

It can also come with many, many strings.

It is often covered by a rind hard as diamonds.  But underneath, it is pure softy.

Its very flaws make it interesting.  But it also stinks.

It is easy to cut into pieces.  And it is equally easy to melt.

Italians love it.  (And so do the French.)

It goes down well with a large slice of ham between slabs of dough, and it goes down better with a bottle of wine.  But come to think of it, it goes well with anything, any time, any day.

QED.  Love is like cheese.

So now it’s time for a mad lib party. Fill in the blank: Love is like _________________.

- Jean AAR

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6 Responses to A New Metaphor for Love

  1. Amy says:

    Love is like chocolate….it can be light, dark, sweet, bitter, hard, soft, drive u nuts, or give u a rush yet in the end always leaves you satisfied!

  2. LeeB. says:

    Love is like travel. There may be some bumps along the way but there is also the anticipation and adventure of getting to your final destination.

  3. Marcella says:

    Love is like a tree. It comes in all kinds of colors and shapes. It can grow fast or slow. It can protect you or crush you. It can be strong and bend in a storm, but will break if not strong enough. It may bear fruits. When nourished it will keep on growing.

    (I love your ‘cheesy’ metaphor, Jean!)

  4. Katie Mack says:

    Sadly, I don’t have a metaphor to add. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed the cheese metaphor. :)

  5. Marian says:

    Jean: Thank you for your cheese chat. You’ve got me trying to think up other metaphors for love.

    How’s this? Sex is catepillar; love is when it turns into a butterfly.

  6. Marian says:

    Sorry! I meant to say, Sex is a caterpillar . . .

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