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A medal gleams colder alone
But laughter at midnight makes it gold
To return home to eyes that soften
That is the true reward of labor
She never asks the numbers
Only Did you eat Are you tired
In her care rest becomes sacred
And winning means still being whole
Whats the point of running fast
If love cant catch up to you
Real victory is not first place
Its crossing the line with joy beside you
You dont build an empire
You build a haven
And love is not at the end
Its the warmth you return to
