Given a promise, then left out in the cold. Stripped of my dignity with no memoirs to hold. I thought that I knew of the essence of love. That serene familiar warmth , like a hand in a glove. I thought that I knew the devotion that's shared, on one-way streets ,it's hard not to be scared. I thought that I knew of love's lasting treasures, but the heartbreak always seemed to outweigh the pleasures. For true love is something I've not felt it's bliss, love's not something I know , so love's not something I miss.