Where lies hide

What lays behind thoughs eyes of the bright sky, with no clouds to see What hides in thy hair with a rare flower scent, with no bees to shoo What seel is on ones lips, that are softer than silk, with no cracks in sight What sleeps in your gentle voice, making the birds sing, with no end What follows your silhouette that shines, with no darkness What rides the laughter of joy in the day, with no regret Where do your lies hide? In between the lines