Succumbed to an urge
A desire that comes from growing
It grew with me and become strong
Its strength became blinding

Made me want to give
What never could be taken back
Give to any that would take
Blinded to what they lack

She was not the most beautiful
But she was a woman
She took what I had with pleasure
Caring not for what was done

Taking is all she wanted
In giving I soon learned
I received naught in return
For love I thought I spurned

Gone from my life she is
Going on I’ve had to do
Not regretting that it be gone
But to who it was given to