Love, Unqualified

It is no mystery that primally humankind
was meant to find another who would
complement our existence giving it a
deeper meaning existentially than were
we to isolate ourselves from that ineffable
emotion we call love. We are meant to
love and to be loved in return. That so 
few of us succeed in living a binary 
enhanced life in the perpetuity of our
years speaks largely to the mystery of
the human soul, its inability to know
itself as intimately as it might linked
to our perceiving of others' needs as
secondary to our own, unable to set
aside the overweening ego, viewing
others through the lens of suspicion
unwilling to concede our immediate
desires to the greater value of reaching
toward a symbiotic accord in favour of
conciliation to achieve a deeper and
more lasting interdependence of vital 
respect and trust speaks to our failure 
in emotional maturity and a future of
dismal disappointment where to lay
blame elsewhere than with ourselves
lays the groundwork for bitterness in
a life unfulfilled in utter desolation.