You’re like the snow—beautiful, but cold.
White, bright, soft—yet it melts away.
You’re like the sky—vast, but unreachable.
Blue, endless, lovely—yet day turns into night.
You’re like the stars—eternal, but alone.
Fire, glowing, distant—yet even they will fade.
You’re like heaven—perfect, but cruel.
Pure, peaceful, radiant—yet who ever gets in?
You’re like the wind—everywhere, but never he...