Freedom,
what does it mean?
Waiting,
it has yet to be seen.
Am
I free from you lover?
I
gave you succour like a mother
When
you needed a friend
With
time and emotions to spend
To
help make you whole.
Freedom,
what does it mean?
Waiting,
to see where you have been.
Did
you find what you where looking for?
Or
is there more in store?
Collecting
dreams for me to see,
Before
time escapes to be
Shared,
taken and enjoyed?
Freedom,
what does it mean?
Waiting,
you are there to be seen.
Watching
you for signs of affection,
Do
I stir your recollection?
You
captured my heart
It
was a wonderful start
To
a friendship so dear.
By
Prerafaelite © April 2001.