For the one who still wonders, and asks so fervently what two words, 'unconditional' and 'love', really mean when put together, may you find your answer here.
Do you know of that moment?
Where they look so utterly amazed,
so captivated and sit across you adjacent?
When they ask you about your day?
Where they prod every little second,
of every detail and mundane task,
then surprise you with one question,
"Why love me?" they start to ask.
Why, indeed, is the pivotal query we contain,
and why, we see it as something to know.
For is not love, in its sense an answer we attain?
And is it not more than emotion that we tow?
What makes it so that is is more,
than a million red strings of fate?
That molds it true to its very core,
greater than a pinky promise made?
Stronger than a knee bowed in earnest,
with ring in hand, can it be beaten?
Yet if this love is not anchored in honest
unconditional tethers, it will be shaken.
The answer is as plain as air,
like a zero, it floats quietly among you,
for if love is true a 'why' is not there,
and it's founded on a source beyond truth.
So, you're answer is just like an epic,
Starting with "there is no reason as to why,
unconditional is what makes this specific,
no matter what you are, love is enough for I"
"And yes, I know you are not perfect,
we both are flawed in many places.
But, I did not love you to be completed,
for our wholeness is given by higher graces."
"Unconditional love, is what I call it,
for it drives at a precise emotion inside,
not of captivation, not of looks, or grit
it's based on decision, commitment, it abides."
"It's difficult to pen in limited words,
what this love holds or what it may contain,
but trust my dear, that it exists in our world,
for this love is why, you're here today."
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
