I wrote a book many years ago titled “The Bamboo Metaphor.” It was a self-published endeavour with just two editions before it retired to just a few remaining hand-bound copies abandoned on a dusty bookshelf. The main idea of the book centred around an exquisite bamboo species, that in its germination and flourishing story also portends that love and companionship will grow, but only at the appointed time.
Let me quote from “The Bamboo Metaphor” beginning on page 167:
