"A fool may throw into a well a stone which a hundred wise men cannot pull out" - George Herbert

I threw my stone, when I broke her heart.
She moved on, looking for a new start.
To seek her hand, once again to be mine,  
Not a hundred wise men could draw a guiding line.
So what do I do, in this hopeless state?
One stone thrown, the regret is so great.
Second chances are an idea I fear that I doubt.
If that stone, not even a hundred wise men can pull out.