Love and Condition

Unconditional love sounds wonderful, Everybody wants it.  It is the love of dreams. The wheather is always perfect, the temperature, is always right, with the perfect fishing spot. The fishes always bite. The storms are never threatening, and rivers run smoothly, and you can cross them, with no fear of being swept away. A place where love is secure, so there is no need to be strong and brave.  Yet it is just two words, that's just a dream, it's nothing we can truly have, and all truth it is, something we can't truly give, not even to ourselves. All we could do is give the best of our love, we have to give. Because our love comes with conditions, we have reasons why we love ourselves, and reason why we love each other. And when those reasons changes, The seasons changes, and the whether, isn't perfect anymore, and now the storms become threatening, and the reasons not to love come pouring down, Not to love others, not to love yourself and the reasons, keep pouring, and the river swells, and rages madly, and the smoothness of it, is replaced with roughness, and the danger of being swept away. Is more possible than impossible.  Unconditional And love is not a communion. It it is a illusion in our, conditional reality.