I loved you...
Alexander Pushkin

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.