Poem: Sonnet I: A Special Guest by Walnut

Once there was a Stranger came knocking on my door.
He bring me Roses, he bring me Tulips, and a whole lot more,
I peek out to see; suspiciously, what is this gentleman up to,
He stood there; right there, waited for an hour or two.
My ears caught his footsteps against the wooden floor,
The only thing that separate us now was merely a door.
And softly he ask for me to let him in,
My house was a mess; a battle I could not win.
Should I let him in, or should I not?
Should I let a Stranger's shoe befoul my life; or sort?
The tea's gone cold; but the heartbeat is still fast,
Forgive me for being rude to a very special guest.
      Alas, tired and hopeless; on the stairway he sat,
      when he found the only spare key I hid under the mat.


Beautiful isn't it?

Walnut sent me an email written:

"This one is a sonnet I composed a year ago. I was having difficulties trusting other people until I've become a bit of anti-social. And at the same time, my level of anxiety became worst day by day. Till this someone, which now is my ex-boyfriend, came and yeah you know the rest. Lol"

So, how do you like to welcome Walnut into this writing world? But before you do so, the question is, who is Walnut? That's the secret that you'll have to unfold.