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.
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.
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.
- Paulo Cohelo
Ah, the romanti Mr. Coelho
By: Romantic Dominant on January 1, 2011
at 9:06 am
I love Coelho – When I spell it right lol!
I subscribe to his blog. It seems just when I need a few words of sense yet another post of his comes just in time.
By: kajiradreams on January 1, 2011
at 1:44 pm