As geese chase the summer,
And tulips anticipate the spring.
Longing for your warm cover,
And awaiting your love to bring.
To be with you once again,
I recall this common trend.
Between us love will always gain,
And my heart’s desire will not bend.
In your arms every night,
You embrace that piece of clothing.
Clutching it so very tight,
The smell of me comes flowing.
That shirt you hold in your hands,
If only I could be wearing.
A jealousy reaching distant lands,
Of which I possess for this clothing.
The way you care for my shirt,
It is a mirror of your affection.
It equals more than a flirt,
But rather my hearts protection.
This jealousy I keep on showing.
Our affections keep on growing.
My love will not stop flowing.
For I am jealous of my clothing.

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