I loved you; Maybe that affection
Will always faintly burn and last.
Don't grieve: dole's infinite reflection
Will never put my heart to rest
I loved in silence, in despair,
So hastily jealous or so shy,
I loved so gently, with such flair,
God grant you love as true as mine.
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I loved you: still, that feeling's fondling flame
Is, maybe, burning faintly in my soul.
But let it not disturb you just the same, —
I wouldn't want to trouble you at all.
Yes, I have loved, — in silence, in despair,
Once jealous and the other times so shy;
My love was gentle, and it was so fair,
May God endow you with another — just like mine.
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