Poem about my friend Love Child

Two for One

I seldom waste words on praise
And I don't sharpen knives on butter
But there are sorry days
When you lift me like no other
Though often on the fence
Irritatingly so
Your caution's not offense
Because, deep down I know...

Love Child is a tiger chained
Yet aptly named
Her compassion brings her fame
But never dismiss that innocent brain.

Her touchstone is an angel
Her engine is her pain
She works against the grain
But she can delve from any angle.

Saundi is a student-scholar
Contributor to Life
Hyper-verbal dynamic strife
Western? Sci-Fi? What will follow?

Now if she could not deliver
Every thought that comes to her.*

*It wouldn't be me (Pseudo-Me?) without a sting in the tail.