Standing outside,
ALL alone,
Knocking on a door,
No one home.
Feeling a chill,
On a winters night,
Looking inside,
The fire is bright
Knocking for some-
one,
To open the door,
Warmth, is what we
all search for.
(c) copyright heather burns
means.. some one is knocking the door of your heart... sure there will be some who.... any way poem is sooo rich one