Speaking the truth in love
Truth is not safe!
It has no handle like a spade.
It is both a sharp,
And two edged blade.
It spends its days,
Upon the shelf,
For many a fencer,
Has sliced himself.
The way to control,
This razors tilt,
Is to hold it firmly,
By the hilt.
Speak Truth gentle,
Like a dove,
Hold tight the hilt,
The hilt is love.
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