The Well

A short poem metaphorically correlating human emotion with a well.

The Well


My love is like a well

Everytime you take a drink

That's how much less is left, you'd think

But my well, however, ceases to end

If you don't believe me, then try to descend

To its very depths until you think it's bone dry

Invisible even to the naked eye

You'll find a most replenishable source

One not driven by hate or remorse