The price you will offer yourself to the world, is how much they will buy you.
She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spar...
You can have the love you want, if you can afford its price tag. For every love has its price, monetary or non-monetary.
Keep your eyes on the prize for you cant hit an unseen target but don't forget to pay the price