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.