Recycled Love
Yes…recycling is a good thing
Why let something valuable
Become a complete waste
Depleting resources
Already scarce
Why waste
When it can be salvaged
Remixed
Redone
Reused
True, true
But don’t you dare do that with love
Don’t you dare even think
To give me
Your recycled love
With me, all the material must be new
FRESH, CRISP, CLEAN expressions of love
Material that is then made into something beautiful
Custom made just for me…
Fit to allure the woman I AM…UNIQUELY ME
No tried and true methods to woo
No erogenous spots navigation
According to someone else's old map
No…every woman is different
With different guide
To the hidden treasure...
No….with me…
It's all got to be
Pristine, pure, virgin
Like a clear mountain stream
Or the unpolluted air
PURE
No recycled words
No recycled haunts you took HER to
No recycled love songs…that you used to make HER melt
I have an inner song that defies anything you can play
You will only hear it
When you get to know MY soul
I melt in different ways
I love different words
I see different colors
I visit different places
I hear different music
I WANT A LOVE THAT IS…..FRESH!!!!
Unrecycled
Pure
Clean
Clear
Of any past references...
I want the resources of your heart
JUST OR ME
To be used with abandon
For they are a renewable resources
Always available
Alwayas a new supply
Always ready to be used
To create beauty
To attract
To entice
To capture
ME…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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