I loved you, and I probably probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain... remain...
But let let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, jealousy, the shyness though in vain vain
Made up a love so tender tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.