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 tongue-tied, 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.
-Alexander Pushkin

The more of his work I read, the more I like it. Something in his words seems to speak to me, and I feel I understand the thoughts behind the words.