You know what it is when you see it,
but can't say what it is,
but want to,
so you try to know what it isn't.
It's not nothing;
nor is it a ring on a pretty finger,
though that's closer.
It's not someone hanging around a lover's neck,
though that's closer still.
It is it,
you figure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like trying to get something for your partner without them knowing about it