Blind To Me

There is a love that is unkown,
Even to the most known,
She comes from the North,
And he from the bitter South,
He has come to her,
And she has hiden feelings,
Can it last?
Or will the silence be shattered?
Can she hide that she does love him,
Or will she snap and say it all?
Can he ever accept,
Or will he just believe and go?
She is beautiful and dark,
He is special and blighten,
A love bore true,
And pure,
Just say it,
And it shall be,
But it is all so blind to me,
How you can not see