True Love

I would like to draw your attention to this fine poem about love by Kerstin Hensel. It runs thus: "At the Flea Market"
'Someone's selling love
for no money, no lie. No one
stops. My lover
at the next stand
buys a golden ring.'
Having perused the poem, I would say that true love exists, but it is extremely rare. And if you think it is everywhere, why do most men fall in love with beautiful girls and not with ugly ones? Why do men who have got no beauty usually get married to women who have got no beauty either? Why do handsome men usually get married to beautiful women? Or, maybe, true love is mainly about beauty. Anyway, if true love existed so frequently, female doctors would fall in love with male farmers. If true love existed so frequently, female teachers would fall in love with male greengrocers. If true love existed so frequently, the rich would usually fall in love with the poor. The same would be true of the disabled with the able and of the unemployed with the employed. Coming back to the poem above, you find that someone is selling love for free at the flea market. This person is true to his or her word. He/She is also honest, for he/she not telling lies by offering his/her free love to passers-by. However, no one stops to welcome and accept that love despite the fact that it is free of charge. You know why this happened to the poor person? It is undoubtedly because it is not love itself that matters at the end of the day, but because it is the manner one resorts to to gain the second half's heart. Buying a golden ring as is the case with the lover at the next stand, among other things, is the true key to love. Here, my advice to you is never sell love for free for two reasons: First, it is because this will get you nowhere; second, it is because true love is so rare in the first place.