Song, Blanket And Handkerchief Poem by Enchanting Owl

I've been alone, and I abhor it.
I just wanted to find someone, but I could not afford it.
Where could that someone be? It was depressing.
So I asked God if he could give me something.

Could I listen to a divine song?
Could I have found a warm clean blanket? I could tell I belonged.
Could I bring a handkerchief that is doughy?
When would that be? It's tiny, like a joey.

Month of February in an oak tree,
Standing there, you sang my forgotten favorite song with glee.
With your blanket of strong build arms that warm me,
Shoulders like hanky that wipe the tears on me.

Many moments and trials have passed.
But we are unbending iron; we have a ponderous mass.
Through thick and thin, you're there for me with faith.
We're extraordinary—a perfect mate.

Fresh and still, you sang that song with verve.
That your robust arms and adamantine shoulders are to serve.
As luck would have it, there would be none like you.
I believe that my special present is you.