If I were to compare,
I'm sure an injustice would be made,
For you are not comparable,
You never have been or ever will be,
You are exquisite in your presence
And your touch is sincere,
How I could compare your grace,
To anything is intensely unclear.
To me you are perfect,
Just perfect my dear.
So nice! The title fits well with the poem. It's nice to hear such words when hatred looms around every corner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you my friend Khairul, I hope you are keeping well during these difficult times