A Heart I Do Not Own Poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos

The wind struck my hair
As if it was about to fell.
The sun smiles at my face
As if it was shining on my lace.

I walked along the sandy shore
Sight of the sea I was never bored
Holding his hand
As I jumped from head to toe.

Singing a melancholy
While his face ran out of jolly.
His eyes full of sadness
As he asked me those phrases.

He said, 'Why sing a song full of weary?
When you can laugh among the godly.'
I said, 'Why hold my hand?
When you know I do not own your heart.'

His face was dim, his hand slipped.
He let go of me and then I realized
I can never have this man,
For he is another woman's man.