All love is conditional. Even unconditional, a state in and of itself, is conditional.
So many love in silence, or unrequited, or fear expressing the finest emotion, less rejected, And precurse it by commencing with, If. And that is the worst condition of all.
When she whispers I love you, And I ask each time, Why, She answers me the same, Just because....
And as I ponder that, I realize, That is the only answer in the universe of words that is without even a hint of jasmine, of cinnamon, or conditionality.
Happily, I have proven myself wrong, yet once more...