If I cannot compare you,
then what can I say?
If I cannot describe you
as smell after rain,
as fresh breeze of air,
as first ray of dawn,
as a cloud high above,
what can I say?
That I’ve known you for a moment
and from the first day of time,
or that I’ve seen you as ghost
too ethereal to touch?
What can I say,
if you cannot be compared?
Alenka H., 2022