as much

See that girl over there,
with that lucky man,
once she was mine,

to have and to hold,
but only for a time,
I do now see.

I thought she was mine always,
but he stole her away,
though it took him longer,
than just a day.

But he’s so much better than me,
any fool could see,

and he’ll love her more,
than I was going to
for the rest of my life,

at least I hope so,
for her sake,
and how lucky she will be,
because I didn’t think anyone,
could love her as much as me.