I loved you

• "I loved you; even now I may confess,
  Some embers of my love their fire retain,
  But do not let it cause you more distress,
  I do not want to sadden you again.
  Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
  With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
  So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
  I pray God grant another love you so."

-- Alexander Pushkin