Having an "Inquiring Mind," I just had to go to Babblefish and
translate this post, thinking that this person might need some support.
Anyway, I did want to share what the post said:

To love is to want that the loved person notices its presence.
It is to want that it if worries about you,
It is an inexplicable feeling, that can very good when be corresponded.

Bigger pain of what does not exist pain to love and not to be
corresponded.
I love you.
At least one day I loved you.
E who loves pardons, therefore never I kept to anger or rancor of you.
You everything is mine mine swims, my water, my wine, my flower, my
thorn.
You can not love me, but I love you, and I will always feel something
for you yourselves
if it will not be an intense love.
The love is as a flower that unclasps inside suddenly of our hearts,
e a time that we learn to never live with it we want leaves it.
Alive the love with intensity, but thinks very before if delivering it,

because the disillusionment can be much and its heart can never not
support and
more to love!