She loved, and she wept for those she loved. <br />They hurt her <br />But she still loved them <br />They humiliated her <br />And she held her hand out in friendship <br />They hated her <br />And she had no hate to spare them <br /> <br />For no hate harboured in her heart <br />For this she paid dearly; while they tore her from her high place and scratched at her skin <br />She wept for their hate and wished to take it from them <br />O, how they hated her pure heart, <br />With which they could not compete <br />So they sought to end its love <br />But she loved on <br />So they finished her <br />And from those last hours in which she knew her death; <br />She loved them still <br /> <br />That heart without hate <br />How pure it was <br />How short it’s coming was <br />That heart so pure was not meant for this world of men.<br /><br />Face without a name<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-without-hate/
