Race

It’s not your place

To run my race

It’s just not right

To fight this fight



I will not ask

I will not beg

Love isn’t demanded

For life’s steepest leg



While I do desire

It can be gotten for hire

What I silently need

Is a companion, no steed



I will not take

Extorted or traded

If love is fake

It’s too soon faded

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it seems to me, that love is just free

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