hidden affair

I'm in love, but from a far, I see her, she does not me how she regrets the regularities of the world equating thy self to the continuity of difference, the pleasures I receive from her laughters embody me still with thoughts yet about her as though with the intent of attacking my imagination, to conquer my thoughts with her perfections, I'm in love, but only at a far, she know nothing of my affection...