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