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
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