Love…
…is a mystery never completely solved. It is a question for which no complete answers exist. Every heart loves differently making as many different kinds of love as there are people.

From “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman” by Haruki Murakami
I sometimes think
that people’s hearts
are like deep wells.
Nobody knows what’s
at the bottom.
All you can do
is imagine by
what comes floating
to the surface
every once
in a while.