A bad poetry day :( ...Can someone who can actually understand this poem, try to analyze its flaws and enlighten me with the same? I'd be grateful! Thank you. Moni:) SHE KNOWS IT ALL Say you really love, And you know that's lie, Without any armor, I come to you. Show me no mercy, Tell me what's pain, In more than just words, You show me. In every corner of her flesh, If you see, even from the corner of your eye, All you can see, Is a fairly strong human. The truth that they all know, and even carefully follow, Though they know that it's not truth anymore, but they still follow. For they know the truth That truth is god, And so they know, That truth does exist. Oh, show me no mercy, Tell me what's pain, YET... Even when without any armor, I come to you. It's then one morning, when you'll know, That you're cured for sure, And see things quite differently from ever before, Yes, you know it for sure, That you're cured. And then on a lonely morning, and another and another, And that when you hear an infant's cry, At last, you'll know, That she knows it all, No matter if she's tall, frail or small, For she's the purest of all.