I don't really like this poem. The subject matter is great, but this is just a really crappy poem. Not gonna lie. I think line two is where I turn myself off. Then it's all down hill from there.
Rare
They say love is dead.
But I've got a head.
Love is alive!
Love is real!
Pure and innocent love is rare.
Share it, wear it, make it flourish.
Just don't hide it.
Never lock it up.
Don't throw away the key.
Or all will be lost.
True love is rare.
Oh, so rare.
(Written sometime in 1994. Let me remind you that means I was 15. Perspective.)
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