There are some things that time cannot forget,
Nor Life’s long course erase, but still remain
Without a doubt.  We have no choice, and yet
We fain would lose remembrance of the pain

And sorrow that accompany that thought.
I once rejoiced in knowledge and the fact
That better memory could not be bought,
But now I mourn it, for I cannot act

Upon the feelings I have known so long.
Yet I cannot forget what I still feel,
Nor even come to think that it is wrong.
The ache remains—my heart will never heal.

If only mind could come to realize
What heart knows: unreturned love never dies.