I loved you,
I love you still too much;
But forget this love,
That pressed sadly against your will.
I loved you in silence, without hope,
But true, jealous, afraid.
I pray that someone
May love you again the same way.
--Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)
I love you still too much;
But forget this love,
That pressed sadly against your will.
I loved you in silence, without hope,
But true, jealous, afraid.
I pray that someone
May love you again the same way.
--Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)