Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

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.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.