Obvious Or Obvilion ?

She was playing the game
Where the rose has to leave it's petal
Just to help her determine if he loves her

She hadn't rejoice any bit of it
The day when it shook her hard
Was when she wanted to know the answer of her
WHY?

Why was she feeling so attached to soul
Never touched
Why was she so concerned for him
Even though she is or was barely part of his 24 hours and beyond
Why was she so thoughtful of his thoughts
Although they had nothing in common to pounder on
Why was she moved by the echos of his name
Earlier it was just a name lost in crowd
And now the only name she was finding in all the list

She had never danced along with the feeling of having him
The day when they had met was a disaster
But then it was bit friendly but,
Not like that makes one's heart to skip a bit
She wanted to know the answers of HOW ?

How can she fall for a person when is not there besides her anymore
How can love happen in someone's absence
How can all permutations and combination fail to have an answer
How come did she fail to realise in his presence
How can someone's ignorance mean nothing
To girl full of self respect and less eager to find a soulmate
Although she wishes to have a fairytale
How can be so obvious to him and not to herself

Summers replaced with rainy clouds
Rainy clouds to winter
Winter with autumn
Autumn to spring
And nature is busy with it's cycle

But still she remains as is
Doubting herself
Questioning her heart
Hating her head for not finding a answer

And most annoyed by the fact

Is his mister perfect still a unknown to her and known to the sun and moon

Or is he who fails to answer her question , which the skies know but is unknown to her heart

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