If I call you the moon —
even the moon has craters.
If I call you a rose —
even a rose has thorns.
If I call you the sky —
even the sky carries dark clouds.
If I call you a sunset —
even sunsets must fade.
If I say you are ice —
even ice melts.
This cosmos holds nothing
more precious than you.
The only thing
that can be compared with you —
is you.
Krishna to Radha rani words be like this poem.