Love Poem by Bing Hua

Is there love of this kind?
Leaving you
And turning into a pair of eyes behind
To throw the wrap over your shoulder
When the biting wind is coming I find.

Is there love of this type?
Leaving you
And turning into a helpful helper
To open for you, when the rain falls,
An umbrella.

Is there love of this sort?
Leaving you
And keeping you in the dark
By honoring the pledge of yesterday
In the indirect way

Is there this type of affections?
Leaving you,
And gulping down all complaints, and suffering all humiliations
In order that
You may have greater expectations