It is truth all the way for her
And my! Pretty blunt at that
Does she sharpen her words ere exit
Why do they pierce so?
Simple things that
Lies manage so well
She butts in the truth
Oh what uneasiness she renders!
In a world where time is so less
To change the masks
She walks without one
Oh how impudent!
None asks her for review
Fearing the exposure of ineptness
A feigned blindness, that light will shatter
She walks with head high, true
Not caring the least the world below
Success and greatness are but subjective
And that way she is superlative
Yet it is her I turn to
For opinions and views,
For it is not the praises that I need
But anything that’s from her
Cos it is her criticism
That I take
With weight and respect
That none other could extract from me
And it is her praise that sends
Waves of joy and tears of happiness
That none other could give
After all godliness is, but the ultimate truth.
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