Such a dedication and then a betrayal of what you would silently declare you love for? Sheez, I'm broken!
It hurts you in some small part to love a love that knows not of your love or loves you not. But it hurts even more to know that you betrayed such a purity held for "a love" by loving another.
"The demons of one life pass to another if not confronted and conquered" - Is love a demon[?]
Not too sure if the capitalised lines make for any more impetus of impact. I think not having reformatted them in my mind. I think if you could tighten it up the solidity of the piece would be better for it.