He isn’t perfect. But I love him.
He makes me angry. Quite literally pisses me off. But I love him.
He has what the politically correct call “issues”. But we know what it is. You can pretty up the words. Not the problem. But I love him.
I can’t protect him from himself no matter how much I want to. But I want to.
He makes very poor decisions. But I love him.
He breaks my heart. But I love him.
I want to turn my back but don’t think I can. Because I love him.
I am scared of what I don’t know. But I’m not scared of loving him.
There’s no way I have any control and it spins relentlessly out of my grasp. And I still can’t stop loving.
There’s no explaining it, and maybe no need to, it’s unconditional. That I love him.
Being unconditional doesn’t make it easy. And doesn’t make it clear on what to do. Loving someone can actually make things quite confusing.
I know what needs done but I’m not the one that can do it. And I can’t love him enough to make it happen. And that makes love kind of cruel. But I can’t not love him.
Whether you understand it or not. I love him.
Whether he understands it or not. I love him.