If I call you the moon —
even the moon has craters.

If I call you a rose —
even a rose has thorns.

If I call you the sky —
even the sky carries dark clouds.

If I call you a sunset —
even sunsets must fade.

If I say you are ice —
even ice melts.

This cosmos holds nothing
more precious than you.

The only thing
that can be compared with you —
is you.