When I was searching about what love means for all great souls who visited on our earth and contributed their vision.
I came across this beautiful poem. I am sure , this poetry will not be having same meaning as original Russian still ...
I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin
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.
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