Ruinous Lover On Blue Satin - Poem by Patti Masterman
The gossip-tongue lies still, in state
On silk pillows; perhaps umbrates
Foretastes of heaven, or of hell-
Though once I knew him very well.
He ruined my days with roving tongue,
Telling deeds best left undone;
Judgment in love’s not always best:
Bad memories now are his behest.
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