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.
-- Alexander Pushkin. I Loved You.
Love, maybe
Not completely dead in my soul,
I hope it won't bother you anymore,
I don't want to make you sad anymore.
I was silent,
I loved you hopelessly,
I endured shyness,
and endured the torture of jealousy,
I was so sincere,
I loved you so tenderly,
May God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I love you.
---"I Used to Love You" Pushkin
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