egg tarts are nice, aren't they?

its already a week since the egg tarts were given out.. hmm.. i wonder how did they taste like.. make sure you always remember the person cutting out alphabet by alphabet from the newspapers just for you everytime you see any egg tarts around.. haha.. here's a poem only you will understand...
sometimes the way you look at me,
looks like you are in love.
that look, my friend, would tell it all,
except its not me you are thinking of.
and then there's time i feel so loved,
when in me you do confide.
but it kills me then to hear how good
she makes you feel inside.
sometimes you are in my daydreams,
and i wish they would come true.
and i wonder if you ever
have those daydreams, too.
and although i search for answers,
on my promise you can depend.
although what i feel for you is love,
i'll always be your friend..