he was looking for the beauty of the moon and the stars in her. but she was raw just like the rocks.

he was looking for the sweetness of honey in her. but she was harsh just like the thunder.

he was looking for the kindness of an angel in her. but she was aloof just like the winds.

he was looking for the tenderness of feathers in her. but she was tough just like the oceans.

he was looking for raisins. but she was rum.

 

– Gursimran Kaur