Synthetic Love

Is it unconditional, will it survive, the journey of a lifetime? If it were a book, would it be fiction, a romance, or a crime novel? Love is what I'm asking for, and willing-to-give hard-core. But what we meet with is people who want more and more. Something synthetic that's totally manufactured. Sex-toy robots, which can outperform near everything, even the real thing. They are always too self-enamoured - enraptured. These are people who believe they deserve a whole lot more. These are people who always remain dissatisfied. Like a piranha fish, their hunger never wains Like a piranha fish, they're hungry again as soon as they've dined. No enjoyment and nothing they feel sustains. I guess the meaning of unconditional love never crosses their mind. But how often, they're portraying the same said offence. Mirror-imaging everything, telling you your love too is pretence? They have entitlements and take what is rightfully theirs. Down whatever rat run, makes-them feel like an empty-millionaire.