I won’t win you.
You are not a prize to be won, to be captured like a flag on a mud-strewn field, a swamp of man-made vanities — this is not the steeplechase. You are not the fair maiden.
You are a woman, full of desires and needs, bubbling over with dreams, suffused with great power. You are a woman gifted by birth with free will and choice.
I will not win you. I cannot! You must choose me (as I must you). We must choose each other, must gaze upon and contemplate the intertwining of our futures, agree upon the beauty of our intertwining bodies; we must desire the choice of each other above all.
There is time. Not infinite, but enough. Time enough for the discovery. Time enough for the unveiling.
Time enough for the choosing.