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
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How my heart sings 