The Labo(u)r of Liberal Love

Always falling for something I cannot
Get.
Forbidden hence desired?
Incorrect because political?

Craving for the fish that has been thrown
Over-land.
That sympathises with other land-borne fish.
Yet befriends the cunning mammal.

How do you know my plight?
I know you have sailed across the same
Waters.
That I have flown over.

You helped me see right and left.
I can only write of my love for you and your
Ideas.
Sorry I cannot vote.

But I still seek you with these words
That you may never hear.
Although I am air-borne again, it was good to see you on
Land.