I loved you - Pushkin
    
     I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
    
     The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
    
     It burns so quietly within my soul,
    
     No longer should you feel distressed by it.
    
     Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
    
     At times too jealous and at times too shy.
    
     God grant you find another who will love you
    
     As tenderly and truthfully as I.