Freedom and Love

I was going through some of my writings and I found a poem I wrote a few months ago:

“Freedom” is a term such as “love”; it carries many truths, but also many delusions. Both are used with such ambiguity, yet they also carry a variety of concrete meanings for many different people. Both terms are merely a construction, which have elusive definitions depending of course on who is defining it.

‘Freedom’ and ‘love’ are terms that can be easily compared
Both are used with such ambiguity,
Yet carry concrete ideas for a variety of people
Both terms are human constructions
That serve a multitude of functions
The idea of freedom keeps the people in check
As the idea of love keeps human survival in tact

Whatever one considers about these words
Is a consequence of past experiences
And a product of their social systems
Nevertheless, the true beauty in freedom and love
Is that regardless of one’s experiences
We all possess one invaluable freedom:

To revoke and reform external notions of ‘love’, as well as ‘freedom’ to fit our own preferences.