A poem about unrequited love.

I wrote you a love poem -
But I was afraid to send it
I bought you a wild rose -
But I was afraid to give it

And no one knew of my love,
Except the night of a thousand stars
That looked and laughed and sang,
But I was afraid to listen

Afraid you would not accept
My humble offerings -
Then time ravaged my body
And you were gone

But then I heard from a friend
Who knew you, he said
That you had loved me too,
And that you were afraid to speak

So you waited and waited and waited
Till the lonely sea,
Had swallowed up our names