WISE DECISION

I chose her and regarded her as an axe
Despite the fidings I just traced
In all situation, up I just braced
When it became unbearable, I rested my case.

This was to avoid any form of disgrace
For I foresaw that in her inner face
I ran out of patience when she exhausted her grace
And that became the case.

Her kind of life I saw through like a lace
I asked her to allow me retrace my pace
She said no, I must do another one's race
In order to make her impressed.

Failure to do that, in her heart I'll find no space
I then realised that her love was on the surface
There and then I gathered my suitcase
Inventually I took a step down the staircase.