If Only She Knew

A day like no other—or so it had seemed For this intelligent yet unknowing girl who failed to see the obvious Though knowledgeable, she never truly deemed The love someone had for her—she truly was oblivious. "Another one?" She pulled it from it's placed—confused was she 'Twas another magnificent rose in purple—it was her favourite colour. "Who has been leaving behind roses for me? He certainly is thoughtful—it is such a sweet favour." ''They would never compare to your beauty, though," Said a voice lovely as velvet and sweet as chocolate from behind her "Whoever sends them must truly love you so, I'd do the same if I could—but you seem to already have an admirer." "Why—who on earth would admire me? If they want to be friends, why not just say so?" Alas once again, ever oblivious she'd be! And what she felt around him—she'd probably never know. Her heart pounded when around him—that much she knew, There'd be a unique feeling in her chest whenever they were together. She wished she knew why—oh, she wished true, She wished she understood—lest she be unknowing forever. "Hey, may I ask—why are you so kind to me?" And he blinked—that angelic voice was enough a man to stun. "But is that not what friends should be?" At his statement, she smiled, "I see! You must be that way to everyone!" And sighing silently, he shook his head, She'd never catch on to his antics—an oblivious girl she was truly! His feelings were obvious—and despite it not being said, He knew they loved each other, and if she knew it—oh, if only.