Love is Like a Lawnmower

Love is Like a Lawnmower
When you hear the word love we think beauty, joy, happiness. We think flower’s, candies, romantic love letters for our birthday or anniversary. We fill the flutter of butterflies in the pit of our stomach to acknowledge when a special someone enters the room. Our knees get week at the sound of those few words “I love you”.
A lawnmower on the other is a man-made machine. Meant for a single purpose, to cut our grass and shape our yard that we have so called neglected since this past summer. A lawnmower leaves that oh so sweet pattern across our yard and each pass we go back and forth. As the blade runs across each strand on grass and our yard is again transformed back to its beautiful state. Beautiful you might ask? How is a yard beautiful?
A yard like anything else that gets neglected, having no attention paid to it all winter. It’s dull, it lacks character. The grass is a muddy green. The flowers have all wilted and lost their form. Just like love when we neglect it. When were lonely we’re blue. We get that dull spirit about us like the world is falling in. Our heart is wilted and lost its plump shape. The weeds have taken over, not only the yard but our body as well. Is it spring time already? The sweet air whistles through the bright green leaves on the trees. The smell of a fresh baked apple pie sits in a window sill. The blades of grass are nice and ripe for the cutting. There is life back in nature, as the sun beats down and warms the earth. Just like a new relationship, it warms the heart. Our knees are week and our tummy has flutters. We’re in love again and we feel beautiful. We pull out the lawn mower that has been kept in our garage and collected dust all winter. We pull the string back and try and fire it up. Nothing! Where is the love! We flush the choke like caressing the cheek of our soul mate. The lawn, it’s calling for the lawn mower, like our hearts call for love. Why have you left me all winter? I was so lonely. I loved you! It fires up. I’m here now the lawnmower purrs. I still love you! I was only taking a break for the winter, but I understand how you are feeling. The weeds have taken over again. They hide are heart nowhere to be seen. Love is pure and when you have love you’re on cloud nine, but why do we cut our grass? Are we in love with our grass, or the idea of it being so beautiful that someone falls in love with the masterpiece that you have worked so hard to create and keep. Like love, when the yard is freshly cut and all the weeds are gone, and the warm sun rays shine down our heart becomes free and clear of all debris. Again we are beautiful.