Her heart is a well.
Deep
Profound
Undepletable.
But, you only dare to draw a small portion of what is below.
For, the rope is
Tattered
Forlorn
Breakable.
Your dry throat itches as the winch turns and creaks so slow.
The bucket draws out of
Shadows
Depths
Now reachable.
And you find that little holes in the bottom have let everything go.
But her heart remains a well.
Deep
Profound
Undepletable.