harsh but beautiful, the cold hard truth,seeking for right to be found
but truth if neglected, as winter-kissed plants,
will shrivel and die in the ground.
"tough love, baby, tough!" is more a battle cry
than it may seem to raw untrained ear.
she who has tried all else sings this love song
though it brings her to her greatest fear.
the death of the truth with the death of her love
was her nightmare and now is her song.
they've shriveled and died in a hole, side by side,
and have left her right-siding her wrongs.
but great Truth isn't dead, no! and Love never dies!
though those in your reality may...
never forget, winter plants grow again.
hold hope as you wait, watch, and pray.
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