NO! You may not, you may compare me to nothing, as there is nothing you will find in a thousand years that will resemble me.
There is no scent, Not a dozen flowers of any kind will give you the sense of ease I once did.
No feel in all your senses that will send shivers down your spine like the way my fingers used to caress your face.
There will be no woman who lie beside you who won’t remind you of me, of all that we had, of all the memories, of all of it.
And when you want to try comparing thee again, to a wretched summers eve?
It will be to late.
because summer has long gone, and the sun only sets now on the solemn snowy hilltops of a raincloud painted sky.
But dare you dig down beneath the icy snow, you will find me, cold, alone and waiting. wishing. hoping, that you’ll come find me.