If I love you, I will never be like the trumpet creeper, climbing on your branches to show myself off. If I love you, I will never be like the lovesick bird, repeating a monotonous song for the shade. Nor will I be like a spring, bringing you cool comfort year after year; nor a perilous peak, adding to your height and setting off your majesty. Not even sunlight. Not even spring rain. No, none of that is enough! I must be a kapok tree beside you, standing with you in the form of a tree... From To the Oak Tree by Shu Ting
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I've recently been thinking about whether to revise this, so I've locked it for now.
