The Decision

Could retention defeat the good intentions of my provisions As I make this final decision? Yet my precision needs no revision from such a person in loves detention. Nothing worse than when your choice wants to remain a decision, In sync yet scared by the beautiful premonition Straddling the thin line that'll judge their admission. I'd rather be loveless than allow them to correct my vision. Causing only collision, A heart of pure cataclysm, Conveniently deceptive like plagiarism and have the audacity To want to help solve someone else's love algorithm. No, open your hearts incision, Check the provision Our Creator has given and change your intuition to a love you yourself can envision for you.