I wrote this partly to a certain individual, and partly to address how I tend to look at relationships I'm not sure of in general. As usual, I borrow the form and subject from Catullus, while inserting my own behavior and words. Ironicly, the same burst of inspiration that generated this also generated aliquid dicere to the original subject, which I said, thereby contradicting the end of the last line.
Semper amata a me nil amoris dicet mihi amato Laetus sum quod amans amantem nosco Cur taciens quam laetum me facit igneo quaeres Diu spes tangere erat atque nihil dicebam.
The one always loved by me tells beloved me nothing of love I am happy because, loving, I recognize a lover Why does a silent one make me so happy, you ask the one burning? For a long time my hope was to touch and I have said nothing.