Psychdreamer, life of a dork

a tree,
a plant,
a wild jungle,
exploding fro my chest,
the rain only encourages it to grow;
sunshine gives it something to reach for;
harsh winds stregthen its resolve;
to cut it back is to  give it only scars,
there is no lasting damage.
you cannot hurt a heart that truly loves,
for its love will grow stronger against your adversity
until it engulfs you,
then you are a part of
the wild jungle,
the plants,
the trees.