Different Wells...

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one wellYou 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 loveShould never be offered to the mouth of aStranger,
Only to someoneWho has the valor and daring
To cut piece 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 rai n,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.
(Ghazals of Hafiz; Translation Ladinsky, D)
Is this why I came back running to you Saab after all these years? My absolute trust in you...My need to humbly offer you my few precious cups of water and to beg You for Yours. You let me drink the tastiest most precious water I ever drank..Thank You, this kajira is grateful and at bliss..