Call me not your sweetheart,
Nor make me yet your wife,
See only that I must be free,
Free to live my life.
Free to go, free to see,
Free to walk away,
Knowing that I’m not tied,
That I don’t have to stay.
Someday my need for freedom
May become a lesser thing,
But if it comes, will you be there?
Shall I then wear your ring?

Sylvia Darling

©Sylvia Darling 2018