Love Poem: How could I have freedom?

How could I have freedom?

How could I have love?

No way. Closed. Why? Because love.
Open? No, it’s not. Love is frost.
I can not get love, money is gone.

Love is money? Money is not love,
But the money is love. I have no love.
I can not get love. Money is lost.

How could I have love? 
No money. The woman was already gone.
No woman. No money. Life is coming.
                                                    Gone.

Says welcome the freedom.
It’s love.