Why does this happen...??

The leaves were swinging with the wind,
But my senses failed to feel them...
A thousand thorns pricked me,
I my search for the most beautiful rose,
Blood was red, and so were the roses...
But it was the roses I saw,
My blood was not in my eyes recognition...
Many beautiful composition passed throuhg my ears,
But my mind failed to realize even a single note...
The moist sand, the aroma of a candle,
Perfumes were beyond my sense of smell...
Lost was I, or was finding myself in You??
These could be the answers, or...
Could be the questions I wanna pose to You,
Lost in the sense of time, my own loud words, became a silent mime...