Love's Refrain

First wife Marsha and mother to Tate 

Love entered in my heart one day

a sorrowed, war-torn, guest

When she asked to be let in

I had her sit and rest

She woke my sleep with anguish

shook my hopes with tears

When my heart felt to sing

she filled its joy with fears

As now she has gone away

I miss the old sweet pain

Sometimes when night whistles in

the wind plays loves refrain

 

Author's Note

Some people just aren't meant to be together. Yet try to tell them that and both will join in chorus to rail against your attempt. Yet when they are apart they cannot seem to function without each other. Such is the mystery of love. I am old enough to remember the life,times and sufferings of Tammy Wynette and her ill-fated marriage to George Jones. In a 20/20 interview with George I remember how he still choked on her name and held his love for her long after she was gone. I imagine for him that is a tragedy with great remorse and sorrow.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

"He stopped loving her today", that's what this brings to mind for me, one of the saddest country songs ever sung, and I think he sang it with her in mind. It's funny how sometimes we most want and crave that which is worst for us and our state of mental health. That which causes us to feel the most, be it good or bad, is often most memorable in our lives and hearts.

[Tate Morgan]

You are correct about He stopped loving her today he was talking about her Thank you I like your picture now very vibrant

[LA Lorena]

Thanks Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

The honor is all mine

[Laura Lynn]

this is beautiful, I've never been able to make it on my own, but her song brings hope but also the poem, it's great that people are loving and what not

[Leigh]

I like the last two lines they give this poem a real greatness

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you

[Enid Blake]

Aint that the truth!
A very bittersweet poem, I like it ;)

[Tate Morgan]

Bittersweet it fits ome peoples personality and it touches all of us in one way or another

[michael.c.m]

Suggested reading. Had one of those, once. Puzzle pieces just cannot be forced to fit. Good rhyming. And topic.

[Tate Morgan]

thanks Michael

[AlieahRose]

THIS IS SHORT...
BUT...
IT'S SO CAPTIVATING...
THANKS FOR SHARING...

[Stacey Watts]

I love the sweet lines you penned here. The words flow softly. There is sadness when we truly lose a love. It can be a true bittersweet memory.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

As now she has gone away
I miss the old sweet pain
Sometimes when night whistles in
the wind plays loves refrain

...............these lines are very lovely. Love and affection depending upon the individual. After separation the feelings are mounting like anything. While the affection playing a vital role in the life, a man can not concentrate anyother thing except the thinkings of lovable heart. Your lines are so great. I like your poems which creates so many thoughts in different ways. My regards.

[Emerald Seas]

Hmm... I am hesitant to comment after reading Mark's and David's comments. Although... David's did make me laugh quite a bit.

Love is a difficult thing to understand. There is a difference between love and lust. The rapture of a beginning relationship is much lust and chasing. The decision to marry or commit to another should be (IMHO) based on love, a mature thought on love... and not this lust filled era in the beginning.

My opinion here... love is not this overflowing gushing that we cannot control, but a decision - a life long decision to carry that person in your heart forever. Love carries you through the times you want to strangle your partner, or run the other direction, or pack you bags... but you don't - you stay. Of course, BOTH people have to be in that position to love the other through good and bad, the hate moments, and the tender ones.

Okay, just my take... Wonderful writing Tate! :)

[David Lewis Paget]

Love is a very suspicious emotion! As one who has been four times to the marriage trough - (well, three and one de facto) - I think there might be a case for six month trial periods with opt out clauses if the fever has dissipated. Then with a friendly handshake one could move on to the next delerious episode with no guilt, no baggage. That way we could all remain permanently in honeymoon mode.
Just a thought...
David.

[MOON]

Emotional write , loss of someone held dear.

[The Scholar]

This is beautiful... one of my favorites of yours. I love your description of Love as "a sorrowed, war-torn guest." So powerful.