Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

CHRISTIAN WOMAN

Those men who strive for good
Know love’s true name
As I found that loving you
Was a loser’s game.
Broken on the rack of my truest need

I was but a pawn to be exploited
By your greed.
Your selfish demands always came first

While my needs suffered a terrible thirst.

You exploited my heart and left
It for dead while all the little rich boys

Knew the delights of your bed.
And of you fate made a haunting gift

A truth I never knew
That death itself is not so cruel
As love to a kind man made a fool.