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 held.

 Gentle, sorrowful, constant—yet forever unseen.

You’re like the sun—always shining where I cannot go.

 Blazing, life-giving, near—yet too hot to hold.

You’re like light—you save what you destroy.

 Safe, steady, bright—yet gone in an instant.

You’re like a prayer—whispered, but never answered.

 Heard, hopeful, trembling—yet left unheard.

You’re like fire—warm to others, ash to me.

 Tall, scorching, alive—yet bound to die down.

You’re like memory—alive only when it hurts.

 There, hollow, endless—yet unwilling to fade.

You’re like time—you keep moving without me.

 Turning, ticking, cruel—yet never stopping.

You’re like the Earth—beautiful, even as it buries me.

 Quiet, heavy, eternal—yet full of endings.

You’re like love—something I remember, not something I have.

 Pitiful, wishful, sickening—yet still desired.