Because I had..


Because I had a need to make you mine, You were good, you were pure and you were fine. You were my soul, and all my eyes could see; And you were all that living meant to me. Perfection, both in form and design – Because I had a need to make you mine. And when at last you dwelt within my shrine, And I submerged my essence into thine – I tasted of your nectar, versatile, And dined upon your pleasure to my fill. You became just another vintage wine, Because I had a need to make you mine.