They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I've found
While journeying to the West
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do.
But those are only passing ills
This rule all lives will prove
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace
Are oft to strangers shown
The careless mien, the frowning face
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know
We please the fleeting guest
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree
Nor true hearts yearly bloom
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But, soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow's test:
The only folks who give us true pain
Are those we love the best.

@MissNicole2: beautiful!

@MissNicole2: lovely poem

@PaulG7719: Aww, thank you. oh wait... you meant the poem. Haha! Just playing. Thanks, darlin'.

@Beingsimple: Thank you :)

@MissNicole2: oh i meant you too

@MissNicole2: welcome being 19 u seems to have deep knowledge of life go on girl try ur hand fr writing issue u will get enefit of it someday

@PaulG7719: Hahaha!! Thank you :D

@Beingsimple: Thank you, but, besides here where some one could benefit from the meanings, I will not be putting anything out there. I do not particularly like the lime light. I like helping others. If I could make a million people smile, I would not care if my own life is miserable at that moment. Although, I am generally happy. :) I am a very positive person.

@MissNicole2: wow that nice ti hear n meet such a nice person with such good heart ,well serving humanity completely make ur soul feel a different kind of coziness whch nthng can give, ya i tried to contact u through msgs bt u didnt replied even one dnt knw y