Shall I confess, get whole thing off my chest,
Face ridicule at price, make a show of myself?!
Nothing much 'part from pain of this love did I gain,
Love unshared is hurting the years on end.

Much hurt at times brings relief from such pain,
If reopened some wounds better heal and close up,
And in spite of the hurt our health's soon regained,
When declaring love heavy load's off our mind.

I'll confess, that's decided, what will be will be,
For so many a time have I flopped, given way,
Gone on rocks, then from suffering found retreat,
Then resumed normal course, rose from ashes again.

My confession may bring either grief or relief,
It is all in a lifetime, it is one of those things.