Before you, silently I sway. <br />I feel so anxious when you’re near me, <br />In vain, I cast a glance your way: <br />I’m sure that I will never say, <br />What I’m imagining so freely.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impromtu-on-ogareva/
