Linen of love...
She weaves her nights by my thoughts,
Shawl of her dreams, warmth of my sorts.
When the sun shows up like someone pays!
She throws my thoughts, but warmth stays...
Then it'll snow, for the nature isn't kind
Warmth she'll need, but I won't cross her mind.
It's the lost love's linen she's out to find,
True that love is everywhere, yet blind!
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