Her Hear Belongs To The Other Night Poem by Tevin Kajauchire

Behold a pretty young women l met behold
Her scent strong and fine like salt
Sweet and lovely, a rose to all
A star that shone before my face at noon
Her eyes sparkle with a fierce light
Behold
A women of my ideal thoughts
So smart so simple
And she loves with passion
My tears shall derail
If the owner ever appears
So behold the women l love
Behold
She belongs to the other night
And l a shield for her to hide
So behold
Her heart belongs to someone far