A third

A third

Struck by three
Another time I am again
Fallen.

To what ends do I find myself
Always in search of another
Always to find her
Yet always not to find love

Is it that I am not to have love
In this life
Or is it that I seek to find love
From the wrong women?

The fear I have
Is not that I have not found love
It is that I will not know it
When it finds me

Will I look askance
At the moment it is to happen
Yet look again and find it gone?

Have I lost the one chance I had
Thinking she loved another
When in fact it was I?

It is that and that alone
Which brings me to this point
My utter failure to know
And to see the love of me
From someone I would love.

Please that it is not true
And if it were
Then tell me not
For it is the last
That I would want known.

Has my third charm gone by
Like the wind in the trees
Never to be blown again?

Or will it find itself once more
Able to give breath
Where love needs air?