Love is a precious thing, it is painful, uncomfortable and makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and colour and purpose into our lives. 

Love is the one thing that lifts our common experience to the

Hope was alone in the depths of my soul;
Courage and Faith had fled.
Joy had been crushed and Peace was no more,
Comfort lay cold and dead.

In the smallest of voices Hope pleaded with Pain,
"Please can we let in some light"?
But Pain started laughing, then Fear joined in too,
And Hope disappeared out of sight.

Despair came along to stay for a while,
with Anguish and Sorrow in tow.
Hate and Anger joined Fury and Rage,
And Misery partied with Woe.

Gulit played with Torment and Terror;
While Depression and Shame stood alone.
Agony was hosting this party,
With Grief looking on from his

I am starting to wonder if unconditional love actually exists betweeen lovers whether married or not.  In actual fact it is qyuite the opposite; it is based on lots of conditions and most of them unwritten or explicit.  Bit like a contract when you move in with someone and share your lives together or sign the marriage certificate.

Your love is probably conditional upon your partner not cheating on you, not beating you up, not being emotional abusive either in aa critical or cold controlling way.

I once had a discussion with my last fella and he said there was no such thing as unconditional