In any relationship with another

Should we seek to know the unvarnished truth;

And if we did what would be the effect,

On our feelings, even for a brother?

Would the surface of our lives still be smooth

Or would the disclosure of each defect

In their character be so harrowing

To create a rift beyond repairing?

Wiser perhaps to gratefully accept

That ignorance may be the better way,

And some things should remain hidden from sight,

Lest your frail ship of happiness is wrecked

And you sadly come to regret the day

That you sought to bring them into the light.