What can stop growing—BOOM!—the storm within?

Oh, how laughs she make can warm; Her voice such 

Breeze by which my heart all sings—enliven;  

Her smile the sun post-rain buds soak, seek, touch.

But my every flower, candy, letter, 

Sit cold, ignored, as still reject rings clear,

Still I tell her jokes and still forever

Her laughter don’t return; heartbreak’s austere. 

There once stood a stream and strong plateau, then,

Rock rocked downstream, currents rolled miles high,

Storms raged, eons ebbed and flowed, ruts dug, when

I cried, why, Nature, canyons must divide?

  Yet rejection storms like nature, and thus,

  Acceptance paves the only way robust.