To Put A Marriage On Hold (Villanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

My love, it was on a sunny early spring day
that you did call, on the phone and did hurt me
and fluttering outside a myriad of birds did play,

to put our marriage on hold to me you did say
and I wondered how a life, without you would be?
My love, it was on a sunny early spring day

where I felt that somehow you did me betray.
(I still wonder what I did wrong, what kind of iniquity?)
and fluttering outside a myriad of birds did play,

their songs, twittering and chirping were so very gay.
My feelings for you were strong, to me there's no clarity.
My love, it was on a sunny early spring day

that at my mother's home I was away
and I know terrible heartache, do feel somehow guilty,
and fluttering outside a myriad of birds did play.

I thought love was to stay come what may
but this experience is a new horrid reality.
My love, it was on a sunny early spring day
and fluttering outside a myriad of birds did play…

Postscript:
I wonder what true love really is.
Is it how a person wants life with another to be?
Do you know its depth when you do a person miss?
Is no one from its impact totally free?
A sad song "on a sunny Sunday morning" comes to mind
while I do no answer to this question find.