Ancient or modern,
Modern Shu Ting to Oak If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky, using your high branches to show off myself; if I love you - absolutely Not like infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the green shade; nor like springs, bringing cool comfort all year round; nor like dangerous peaks, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched in the ground; the leaves are touching in the clouds. Every time the wind passed by, we greeted each other, but no one understood our words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives, swords, and halberds; I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like heroic torches. We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts; we enjoy the mist, mist, and hauni. It seems like they are separated forever, but they are still dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and steadfastness is here: Love, not only loves your majestic body, but also loves the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
The very famous,
Tsangyang Gyatso’s seeing or not seeing
You see me, or you don’t see me
I’m right there
Neither sad nor happy
You miss me, or you don’t miss me
The love is there
It doesn’t come or go
You love me, or you don’t love me
Love is there
Neither increase nor decrease
You follow me, or you don’t love me
My hand is in yours
Never give up
Come into my arms
or
Let me live in your heart
Love each other in silence
Silent joy
Well... there are also Xi Murong's, Tagore's, and Yeats's