Love III - 3. Twice Blessed

A sigh breathed soft upon my pillow

Marks the passing of my day

How many days have I to go

Before my life must pass away?

But my dreams shall be without regret

As I’m embraced by that eternal night

No might-have-beens left to forget

No should-have-dones to darken my light

For I have loved not once but twice

And felt love’s sweet and bitter sword

And though my heart’s paid such a price

My soul has reaped a sweet reward.

One love has held my hand in his

The other’s words with mine entwined

Yet both have filled my heart with bliss

And neither will I leave behind.

I’ll take them both, my loves, with me

As my ship sails to that distant shore

And as I cross that final sea

I’ll hold them both forever more.