I’ve been alone, feeling like abhorred
Just wanted to find someone but could not afford
Where could that someone? It was depressing
So I asked God, if He could give me something
Could I seek harmonic kind of song?
Could I find independent blanket all along?
Could I bring handkerchief which is handy?
When would that be? There’s no definite any
Month of January, in old oak tree
And standing there, you sang my lost favorite song
With your blanket of strong arms that warmth me
Shoulders like handker that wipe the tears on me
Many moments and trials had pass
But we are invincible, our’s had weightful mass
Through thick and thin, you’re there for me with faith
We’re extraordinary and perfect mate
Fresh and still, you sang that song with glee
That your arms and your shoulders are only for me
Fortunately, there would be none like you
‘Cause I believe that my special gift is you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.