Ruinous Lover On Blue Satin Poem by Patti Masterman

Ruinous Lover On Blue Satin



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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