True Love (Trans. A.S. Pushkin)
Poem by Pete Crowther
I loved you and that love perhaps,
Still lingers somewhere in my heart;
But do not let it trouble you;
I would not wish to grieve you now.
My love was always hopeless, dumb,
A love too bold or timid fails;
But I loved you so tenderly and true,
I pray God grant another so will do.
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