Three Times the Charm

I fell in love once, twice or perhaps thrice; And each caused only more pain than the last. I fell in love once, twice or perhaps thrice; And each caused only more pain than the last. The first was raven; the second was blonde; The third was brunette and had three times; gone. The first was my childhood, innocent; sweet. The second; passion-filled love-exquisite. The last was a girl of half my standard; Of whom on lonely nights my thoughts wandered. I lay once or twice and penned her an ode; Of the love I felt that fate had forebode. Though clear of the danger, I gave my heart; That raven goddess three times ripped apart.