More arduous, the truth-strewn path;
More work, with less to do it-
But no wild lies, to keep the charge of:
The beauty of truth shines through it.

Serenity is guard and keeper,
And all the smiles are real;
Between the truths of what we say
Lies more truth: what we feel.

No mistrusting motives here,
When everything's so clear:
Let others have ambiguity-
Because here, truth is dear.

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-is-dear/