On unconditional love and friendship

I have met the beautiful love of my life  
Maybe only six or seven times before  
Only one became my fine and treasured wife  
But all of them totally freaked up my life  
 
I'm not necessarily talking coital  
Although I've always desired each of them  
Unconditional love is instrumental,  
Monumental, and aims at unjudgemental  
 
I loved them for who they were, and wont to be  
Not for their property, rank, or privilege  
I loved them very simply, I loved them free  
I loved their fair earthly form and company  
 
I loved to talk on topics of their choosing  
I loved to look into eyes, as if to glimpse  
Whether love there I might see were mirroring  
If love were there, despite others' abusing
 
Some may call me privileged, some too lusty  
And this is fair, I stand guilty as accused  
I love smart, pretty women who are busty  
curvy women who are flirty and trusty  
 
Hurt I my lovers too, mostly by mistake  
Although to my shame once or twice on purpose  
When I were younger, I gave less than I took  
Now older, love is more precious than a book.  
 
I will never throw your love away, no way  
even if you angry rail 'this is goodbye'.  
I am loyal and obey, and what you say  
I will; yet love you too, 'til my dying day.