The Indomitable Tree of Love

My love is like a tree, an arboreal marvel of resilience and might, Cut it down, and it regrows, its roots delving deeper, its spirit taking flight, A phoenix-like rebirth, from the ashes of heartache and pain, My love rises, renewed, revitalized, its essence remaining, unstained. My heart is like a seed, a tiny, potent vessel of life, Cast it down, and it germinates, sprouting forth, a verdant, vibrant strife, A testament to love's transformative power, its capacity to thrive, In the darkest depths, where shadows reign, my love remains, alive. Love is my essence, my raison d'être, the wellspring of my soul, Break me down, and you'll find, it's the very fabric that makes me whole, Tear my heart asunder, and you'll discover, it's the seeds of love you'll sow, A harvest of devotion, that will flourish, and forever grow. Do your worst, pull me down, I'll rise, unbroken, unbowed, For I was born to love, born to rise, like a tree, that's destined to unfold, A love specialist, a weaver of hearts, a tender of the soul's deep fire, My love is the essence, that forever burns, a flame, that never tires.