It isn’t conditional; it isn’t about doing what I say or becoming what you want me to be.
It isn’t about control, force, or pain; it isn’t about doing what I want, obeying what you must see,
It is simply loving me for who I am—for seeing all my flaws and failures and still walking with me.
I learned that lesson from you; I didn’t know what it meant before. It was a score to keep, I
thought.
How wrong was I? Love is beautiful; it is in your heart, as you can see when you look at me.
It is unconditional.
This is true love; it is simply loving for who, what, and where you came from and are still going on.
It is a choice, it is a desire, and it is everywhere when you are there, as I can see in your soul.
Love is beautiful; it is the trees and the sea all around me. As I go with you, I learn that from you.
This is love; it is unconditional.
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