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

The 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