there are different wells within your heart.
some fill with each good rain,
others are far too deep for that.

in one well
you have just a few precious cups of water,
that "love" is literally something of yourself,
it can grow as slow as a diamond
if it is lost.

your love
should never be offered to the mouth of a
stranger,
only to someone
who has the valor and daring
to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
then weave them into a blanket
to protect you.

there are different wells within us.
some fill with each good rain,
others are far, far too deep
for that.

-hafiz, persian poet

(nyc)