I knew it was something from the way you held the door,
As I was trying to shut it so hard my arms were sore.
My wall has always been very thick and high,
Yet you entered every time as easy as pie,
If only I knew the answer why.
I never wrote any poem, nowhere near Shakespeare and so.. this is my very first poem made on this very first hour of first day of 2014. I dedicated this poem to a friend I found and lost, who might read this later or sooner and I wish I told her long ago that;
you had my heart. thank you for the care all these years..