The Greatest Pain Of All Poem by Bryan Taplits

A country road of little note
A tale that's told of woe
A sortie occurred once there
A soul-tryst betwixt two foes.
I thought of little more then she,
I thought to me she cleaved,
But it seems one of my opponents was
her faulty memory.
An anguished rival, I admit, but I'll never say ‘goodbye'
I saw her then; I see her now;
I see her still-still sigh.
I'll wonder till the end of time
Till Doom cuts off the fire,
Scintillating is my good taste-
But I question my desire.