SONNET LXIII - THE RACE

 As down the winding road of life we run
the goal is not to cross some distant line
You're by my side, so I've already won
Now I just have to make my trophy shine
And when your weary legs just can't go on
as long as I can see your pretty smile
my strength will never be completely gone
I'll pick you up and carry you a while
And therein lies the path to victory
The glory lies in taking care of you
It's not about some grand reward for me
I win when every dream you have comes true
   Across the finish line my spirit flies
   But your sweet love remains the real prize