You spoke to me about the past,
About roots in foreign land and dust;
You questioned and dissect, dehumanized,
The purest soul of mine you analyzed.
For I was there to hold the light
In your heart to sparkle life;
Suspicious in diabolical thoughts were thee
Though an angel smiled surround with glee;
You tormented my heart without ruth
But all that you could find was truth.
When in heart there is no love,
Cannot feel the one that is in love.
Mihaela Pirjol
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stranger-s-suspicion/
