If your love was on the line,
Promises you had to keep,
If it was your truth, to shine,
And yet you sat to weep.

You tried some nifty tack,
To stem the teary flow,
You tried the best attack,
Without letting me know.

Your promises were dry,
Empty, unintended!
Your existence: a lie,
And your staunch stiff rules you mended!

At one crossroad of life,
If you had to let me go,
Answer me, as would a knife,
Just how far will you go?