photo from Spearmint Decor
I Loved You, by Aleksandr 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.
