If I love you—

I will never be a clinging trumpet creeper

Using your heigh boughs to show off my height

***

If I love you—

I will never be a spoony bird

Repeating the monotonous song for the green shade

***

Nor the spring

Bringing the cool solace all year long

Nor a steep peak

Increasing your highness, reflecting your imminence

Even the sunlight

Even the spring rain

No, all these are not sufficient

***

I must be a ceiba tree beside you

Be the image of a tree standing together with you

Our roots, entwined underground

Our leaves, touching in the cloud

With each gust of wind

We greet each other

But nobody

Can understand our words

***

You have your iron body

Like a knife, a sword, as well as halberd

I have my crimson flowers

Like a heavy sigh

And a valiant torch

We will share cold, storms, and thunder

We will enjoy brume, mist, and neons

***

Seemingly always apart

But forever together

***

Only this can be great love

The loyalty is here

Love—

I love not only your strapping stature

But also your firm stand, the earth beneath you

A couple walk under Oak trees. If I love you.

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Posted by:Annabel

A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.

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