Without Conditions To Know Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Love never comes,
To anyone too late.
With it felt to feel and appreciate,
The sharing of it given.
Or receive from another to take.

No love given is completely,
Unconditional.
Without conditions to know.

Love never comes to do to rate.
Or evaluate the making of it,
Until expectations begin to fade.
Leaving many disappointed.
And from it walking away.

No love given is completely,
Unconditional.
Without conditions to know.

Some want with their kept wishes,
To have more love to demand and insist.
Some who dream of love can not resist,
Comparing it to a fantasy.
And refusing the reality of what love is to get.

Love never comes to do to rate.
Or evaluate the making of it,
Until expectations begin to fade.
Leaving many disappointed.
And from it walking away.

Love never comes,
To anyone too late.
With it felt to feel and appreciate,
The sharing of it given.
Or receive from another to take.

No love given is completely,
Unconditional.
Without conditions to know.

No one gives to know what love is,
Gives it without it received to show.
And many who wish for it,
Sit to evaluate...
The getting of it from the giver.
To expect unconditional,
A love one gives to remain and not go.