Simple and poignant. I like at the end where the speaker acknowledges "....I shall never ask for things that are freely given." As if they are admitting that what they crave could be found elsewhere - given, from elsewhere - and yet they find themselves asking the one person who doesn't want to give anyway.

The brevity packs a punch in this. What I took from the last two lines, is begging for a kind of love that should be selfless and giving, yet time and time again, you've had to ask to be loved in certain ways that you need it. And though none of are mind-readers, love should listen and be open, and should be given without expectations or malicious intent or any other purpose.

Wrapping words around emotion so beautifully...talent is in blood indeed...splendid.