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.
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