Does it ever cross your mind,
The feeling of your lips on mine
Your hand on my skin
I am yours, you are mine?

Do you ever stop to wonder,
Why you make me breathless
Why my cheeks turn pink
Why I smile when you're near?

Are you actually blind,
to hints
subtle glances
timid looks?

You cross my mind.
I wonder about you.
How I wish I could see

You are my question
But I feel like the answer