In order to win the dictator; you had to become his unfathomably obedient and timidly humble slave,
In order to win the mind; you had to become its relentlessly augmenting fantasy; proliferating beyond the boundaries of pragmatic control,
In order to win the lungs; you had to become handsome bucketfuls of exhilarating air; imparting them the irrefutably formidable tenacity to survive,
In order to win the heart; you had to become its beats; passionately palpitating each unfurling minute of divinely bestowed life,
But in order to win the love of your life; you simply didn’t need to do anything at all; for if the Almighty Creator had granted it in your destiny; then it would
