I Loved You Dear... by Alexander Pushkin

I loved your dear, perhaps that love has withered Not fully yet, my soul’s true calm belies; But let it trouble you no longer, not a slither, I wish no drop of sadness in your eyes. I loved in silence and in hopelessness endless, By feelings jealous, timid – plagued and torn; My love was so sincere, so tender That, God permit, another has such love in store…