Love isn't reminded,
It lives within oneself.
Just like a parasite,
It grows on where emotions dwell.
And emotions are immortal,
They tend to never die.
Alike as love,
It is a parasite.
It dwells upon memories,
It lives within one's spine.
It flows in one's veins,
It's one's body where it resides.
You may push them down,
You may chew them out,
You might try to submerge it,
But it never drowns.
Did you accept your feelings,
While no one else did?
Because love is rare,
Don't extinct it.
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Love Is Rare
PoetryLove isn't something you could make someone feel, it's something that one feels themselves.
