As I peered into her eyes
I all but soon realised,
She couldn't see me, the way I saw her
and I had loved her, that's for sure.

I was lucky to have loved once
and more so fortunate, twice.
the pain of it all, from the first;
but this pain, I think, is the worst.

could I be thinking a third
right now, so absurb!
I look up at rain, from above
pray God, is this love?

A man is lucky to have loved once, 
more-so twice
and he thinks there could never another?