He asked me why I love him,
Wasn't it so obvious ?

He made me smile until numbness took over my face,
He made my heart race at a different pace,
He made me blush until blushing seemed cliché,
He made the sky look colorful with tints of every color - just more pinkish.

Then I asked him why he loves me,
And he kept quiet,
He looked down - not a glance towards me.

"Tell me what that means. I beg you," I pleaded to him,
He turned away, he surely did,
and tears started forming in my eyes,
Oh how I wish this was a dream,
Oh how i wish i was still unveiled,
Thinking he loved me when he did not.