In a world where everyone has silent needs

In a world where everyone has silent needs, some yearn for time like a fleeting shadow, Others seek love, that fire that burns without ever asking, Some chase fame, the echo of a name among distant stars, Others desire a voice, a song spoken in harsh and unforgiving winds. But me? I weigh the world through your prism, my living and matchless mirror. They often ask me what she's like, what metaphor could encompass her, Like the moon? But the moon pales and shadows under the sun that doesn't ignite, Like a rose? But thorns guard the beauty that grows and blooms, Like raindrops? But they dissolve in the dust of oblivion, without warning. Like a lake? But the sun dries it in the summer heat, leaving only memory. You have no comparison, no reflection in anything else, you're unique in all of nature, Your laughter is not borrowed from a passing season or a story, Your gaze doesn't belong to an ephemeral twilight, but shines like a star, You're just you, without measure, without time, a presence that never fades. And if someone asks me again, who does she resemble, what could I say, I will simply answer: "She is like herself. Nothing more, nothing less."