Repeat Business

Love is procreatively recreational.
The beauty of it's recreation is procreation
And because of our need to procreate
We re-create. 
We search for similarity,
For a warmth once felt
From someone who is not present in our past
And yet who's future should feel familair.  

And just as there are single parents,
So too are there single lovers. 
All bellied up with love, unrequited.  
Content with the recreation; 
Filled with what should be good. 

And so we find ourselves there again,
The place we tried to forget.  
In forgeting we do not recognise it is the same road. 
Fimliarity is cruel to love
Yet kind to hate. 

Don't re-create Love
For if you knew what it was, you would still have it 
Find it anew ... Create! 
Even if it's with the same person
Redefine what everyone thinks they know