Seek a modern poem describing the beauty of women

To the Oak Shuting If I love you, I won't show off on your high branches like Campbell who climbs. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It's not just like the cool comfort from years of spring; Not only does it increase your height like a dangerous peak, it sets off your dignity and even the sun. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.