Glad, truth whispers
If it were loud
One would not attempt to hear
Glad, truth is lukewarm
It it were hot
One would not dare to touch
Glad, truth is visible in portions
If it were seen full
One would not attempt to seek
Glad, truth is of a taste unknown
If it were known
One would not dare to be curious
Glad, truth is odorless
If it were not so
One would not attempt to go near