A Stranger's Suspicion
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Mihaela Pirjol
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Scornfully thou spoke to me about my past,
About my roots in foreign land, and dust;
Thou questioned, dissected, and dehumanized:
The purest soul of mine, thou analysed!
For it happened to be there, to bestow my light:
In thy heart to sparkle kindness, love, and life;
Suspicious, with diabolical thoughts were thee:
Me—an angel smiling, innocent, with glee;
Thou tormented my loving heart without ruth,
But thou could not comprehend the simple truth:
When in a heart like thine there is no love,
It cannot feel mine, which with thee it is in love…
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