The Path Less Traveled - Variation of a Frost Poem

Two loves had I, a careless youth And sorry I could not love them both. One I loved more, which is the truth. The fair one, beautiful yet uncouth. The other dared not swear her troth. I chose the younger, as just as fair, And as such perhaps I was to blame For a mystery she would not share. Though as for that my being there Had judged them equally about the same, And both that morning equally lay In my bed; my loving claque Although I loved the first, the second stayed Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if she would ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two hearts converged in my bed, and I— I took the one less experienced, And that has made all the difference.