Searching for unconditionality
Core burning for such totality
But realising in actuality
When meshed with practicality
The idea smacks vapid and rapidly
Melts in its own reality
Love without condition’s a formality
Defined by its own commonality
No substance is found in normality
No guarantee of magnanimity
Instead I’ll forego the vanity
And try that inhospitality
Found next to the notion of real sensuality
And accept the inescapable brutality
Of love’s dimensionality
Mortality