Her stole,

'Buy me that stole...'
She me told
One evening late,
Winter closing upon us,
Through a market as we happened to pass,

'Which one?'
I asked,
For stoles there hung like colors
Wavering in front my eyes,
And yet no more beauteous
Color could i find
To cover her shoulders,

'Stoles i have no idea,
Stolen as i stand here,
Shivering'
I said,
Colored by her shopping spree,
Her 'retail therapy',
Her face like a girl so happy,

She looked for awhile,
She suppressed a smile,
She came like late evening of a winter,
Closing in,

Her stole
Became my arms.

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