that she had spilled
the other day
with not juice
but love
He had to tear it up
for it was stained
and his pride ate him up
it was her
he knew very well
She cared not for the shirt
but the owner
and yet with a single thing
she could not recall
his name
He seemed confused
he recognized her
at first sight
just before she spilled his shirt
with an amazing twist in life
And now she got it back
from the cleaner
and dialed the phone
got her coat
attached a string to love
She called him up
and out went the frost melting away
for he never felt love
this strong
and it was just the beginning
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