HER DECISION

She met him on the street
Hustling for white-collar job
Under the scorching heat with dusty feet
She accepted to be his heart throb

Her first visit to his house
She saw nothing but charcoal stove
He lived like a mouse; how could she possibly be his spouse?
She looked into his eyes and gave him love overdose

She watered his head with ideas
She planted wisdom in his heart
She gave him strength and took his weakness
She turned his cart into an art

Days drove into months and months strolled into years
He stood on his feet
She buried his fears by lending him listening ears
In a twinkling of an eye, his bitter sweat became sweet

Those were her decisions
What are yours?
Did a guy sell his television to give you provisions?
Love is not looks that lure but trait that cures