Once, I sent a bonsai,
And the man who got it
Brought me to his home
Where the bonsai was on show,
With all its leaves, midwinter.
When I saw it he coughed
And his wife said they all fell off
But knowing you were coming
I made paper ones
And stuck them on.
That, to me, was love.
And I’ve had loves where the leaves fall off,
But no one makes new ones.
Some trees lose leaves.
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