Why You'Re Mine Poem by Patti Masterman

You say your soul is not so clear,
You claim your thoughts too dry;
Your impulses, they did not rain
Upon us, from on high.

You can't forgive the errors
You were too blind to see,
But every man is human; flawed-
As he was made to be.

You can't exceed the maker,
Or imitate each trait;
Your strange and fitful nature
He did foresee, to make.

He knew that other humans
Must fear one so divine;
And so he put the flaws in-
And that is why you're mine.