Uncondtional is what we want,
Not the I love when,
Not now but maybe then,
Only if you,
Do this or that,
Damn wearing that hat,
Tried it on, just doesn't fit my heart,
Because after all,
It can be really tart,
Uncondtional,
There is no condition,
Nor substitute,
Forget about the prostitute,
Of the mind games to be played,
So from here to there i shall pray,
On my knees, head bowed,
Only to realize,
The only uncontional is that of the cross,
Life taken in order to have life given.
No more that, no more then, no more only if,
All that will do is the unexemptional,
Uncondtional love of you,
Wherever you may be,
Whom ever you may be,
Love me like that of the Cross,
And all i will give in return,
Is the lame,
Of the same.

Very good poem.

many thanks