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…
Thou tormented my loving heart without ruth, But thou have missed to find the Truth: When in a heart like thine there is no love, It cannot feel mine, which with thee it is in love... incredible expression! Artistic! ...........(10)
All that you could find was truth! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Dear madam, you have made an intensive expression on love and life in this poem. Every line is touching and haunting. The last four lines are much impressive. Thanks for sharing.