Do You Hurt Those You Love?

Here is another one of my favourite poems...

They say the world is round, and yet I often think it's square;

So many little hurts we get from corners here and there.

There is one truth in life I've found while journeying east and west,

The only folk we really wound are those we love the best.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace are oft to strangers shown;

The careless word, 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 we love the best.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox