In Freedom

I love to see your trusting hazel eyes
As you relax yourself into my care.
I love to stroke your golden, silken hair
And share with you your laughter and your cries.
I know that I am one you yet despise
And yet your precious tears with me you share --
I'm gifted, just to hold a jewel so rare,
So good, so bright, and also growing wise.
Sometimes I watch you sleeping and I see
The gentle woman 'neath the brave and strong.
I wish this world would simply get along
Without you, and set your sweet spirit free ...
In freedom, you yourself could choose what's wrong
And it might not include your loving me.