A Love That Is Of Another

This hurt I know but you bother not with explaining Ain't like you to feel that blow when landed You took not my hand and the ground greet me A girl I once met with skin like cinnamon look down toward I who could never be her king She still wears his ring as if only to taunt me I hear my voice singing you a love song The one that says at the same time you will never be mine Even as I am how is it fair that he knows your touch Not so much as a complement to how you wear your hair And the first words I utter was of to your beauty But you belong to another