UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

 

He ought to love me anyway

The selfish spouse dreams away

Its called Unconditional love

To be given by my love

I can get fat like a ball

Cos Humpty sat on the wall

He’s going to bear my weight

Cos I bore the baby’s weight

My hair has got the fritz

My nail is chipped to bits

But I could care the less

And he won’t love me less

The house has picked the stink

My throat can give the clink

The bunk has lost the thrill

And funk has gone the sill

I wake up to a call

So dry has gone his balls

My beloved drifts away

There’s so much of deray

My hands have lost the rope

But my heart will pick the hope

I pray that I can cope

And trace the steps to scope

PS: I’m sure I suck at poetry, I just hope I’ve not made an utter fool of ME

I’ve been thinking about unconditional love for a long time- its boundaries and limits, where does it start? Where does it end?

Are we to demand for it? Where do we draw the line in our demands?

Are we to give it in return? do we give it enough?

I’ve come to ponder on the reason why spouses lose their figures

Why we irritate our loved ones and make no efforts to stop

Why we indulge in many bad and unattractive habits

I think I know the answer, or something close to the answer- We think we deserve to be loved by them, Unconditional love is our right

Truly you are supposed to be loved, flaws and all, you ought to be yourself with no pretense in front of you loved ones, but most importantly if you love the people around you, you need to make conscious efforts to show them that you love them by getting rid of filthy habits

When you love someone, you have their interest at heart and sometimes you put them before you

This is why you need to think about them and make choices that make them feel good

Get rid of that excess weight

Get rid of those nasty habits

Clean up after yourself

Drop those cigarette sticks (when you come down with cancer, they suffer more than you do and when you die, they grieve more than you, do you grieve anyway- the gods may be angry, but dead people don’t go crying, or maybe they do at St. Peter’s gate)

Sometimes, life puts us in situations where we may seem helpless, in those situations-they understand, they help

But what about people who have all it takes to live a desirable life

Hands and feet to move around and take care of themselves

I think insensitivity should be made a punishable offence

Yea- They are supposed to love you anyhow, but must it be anyhow?