Hidden Beauty

The Hidden Beauty Whenever I go to a beautiful place, I look for something I am missing, Whenever I look at something beautiful I miss my eyes as to what these are kissing Whenever I listen to a pleasing voice I search who is so nicely speaking Where the melody of words is touching And from where the honey is leaking I went to a shy bud and asked her to guide The bud smiled and opened as a rose I saw, I listened to, I smelled, and I touched Snapped the rose in a pinkish pose, I don't.t find anything other than Him, He is so bright and yet so dim.