A question I must Ask

I trust if you read this
You may just understand
How I feel and please
Blame my heart not my hand

The Words I write come straight from my heart
Pulsating the ink on to paper
I need not think what I write
Their meaning could not be clearer

The Past is gone and over now
I wish it would return
A time our love was visible
A time for which I yearn

A kiss, a touch, a gentle look
Something special that was just ours
A Strength that came from within
Its magic healing powers

All I wish is to be held
Enfolded in your arms
To feel the warmth of your embrace
The power of your love

But now you never say you love me
You never show you care
You only seem to bother
With how I look or what I wear

Is Freedom what you wish for
Do you wish to be released
Is Freedom what you really want
Would Freedom make you pleased.