The fear of giving pain to those we love

Can  kindness be an enemy  to love

When criticisms wither before birth.

And fit can be too close,like hand in glove

As criticisms withheld have little worth.

For kindness may be cowardly at times

we do not wish to risk a sudden breach.

We hesitate to read between  the lines

Despite that context has so much to teach.

The so called virtues may at times be vice

Evasions of the need to be more plain

We cling to self deception as for life.

We err because we fear   our bitter pains.

Love and truth may never be fast friends

For each one differs in its fragile ends