Hidden Soul

In the morning breeze,
I caught her hiding,
Behind a beautiful mask,
Gazing with her misty eyes.


I tried to savor the sight,
Of her ocean blue eyes,
But her hair clouded the view,
Leaving me utterly confused.


Upon closing my eyes,
She opened up her soul,
It smiled as she wondered,
how someone finally saw!


She was dazzlingly beautiful, 
but beauty was the least of her.

17 thoughts on “Hidden Soul”

  1. The last line is a reminiscent of a sonnet from Shakespeare, Sonnet no. 130 to be specific…
    “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips’ red
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.”
    When you added ‘Beauty is the least of her’,it is a delightful expression.
    Enjoyed reading it.
    Love and peace.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Wow! Thanks for being so benevolent.😇
      Am glad you enjoyed the poem.
      I would appreciate if you would give me feedback on my other recent poems.🤩


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