Match Maker's Minuet

Selfishly you only think of your life,
Yet I still bend down and give you a hand,
But why should I give you a decent wife,
If you cannot give me a decent man?
Though games you play with women I send you,
They move away so you can have your fill,
No never will I try to match you true,
Only one chance for love can you be billed.
And still you ask for one more chance from me,
While cursing every moment you had her,
Have you not thought of what this does to she,
The one you said that could last forever.
One chance you had to break a loving heart,
And now you'll go on living by my art.