Why do you have love hearts in the centre of your eyes, When you look at me? Why do your iris’ glow a different colour, Each and every time we speak? Why does your smile rise, when I appear out of nowhere? Why do you think about me, when I am not even there? Why do you find me attractive? Nobody else does. Why are you always waiting, For a time when there is an ‘Us’?
Why are you bothered if I don’t notice your look? Why do you mention me when you are talking about love? Why can you not concentrate when you are reading your book? Why do you persist, where other people have given up? Why dream at all that I could be the one? Why think of me when you hear a love song?
Why describe me when talking of your ideal mate? Why never speak until it is too late? Why keep it secret, the way that you feel? Why be scared of rejection, when only love can heal? Why not take a chance at a thousand ‘I love you’s? Maybe one day I will say, I love you too.