Which is as good an opportunity as any to make my periodic plea about “comparing apples with oranges”. Apples and oranges are really very similar things indeed. If I’ve got three apples and you’ve got two oranges, who out of us has got the most fruit? The answer is “it’s me”, isn’t it, not “who can say, you can’t compare apples with oranges”.
See also: endless hours wasted on the supposed simile/metaphor distinction, as if this were foundational to all knowledge of language and literature.
Love is a pebble laughing in the sun.