Love

When you confess

You love someone

Its more a promise

Than any statement

The promise of love

Is just commitment

I made my promise

But it wasn't backed

One can't clap with

Just one hand really

One-sided romance

Thus totally doomed

The higher climbed

Harder falling down

My doom was death

Somehow I survived

Coming from the dead

One's attitude changes

Life is too precious for

Anything not genuine

Hence its essential to

Reduce attachments

And find inner peace

Before it's all too late