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| 1974 I want you to reach out and touch me Almost as much as I want to reach out and touch you Not knowing what you want of need, I comprise, and settle for indifference? After ten years what do we can we take for granted? We have been constantly inconsistent with each other. Our quarrels stem from the need for independence. Yet the essence of Love implies dependency. I assume we both have hurt each other, And are capable of additional hurt. This eliminates the possibility of indifference. I guess what I want most, is for you to reach out and touch me, almost | |
Because I Had A Need
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.
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.
All Rights Reserved Copyright 1999 and 2000 Robert E. Kogan
