Our love will never come to be

Trust me, when I tell
that no romantic love is deeper than the love I feel for he whose name I shall not mention.
A love for thy nature, for thou art caring, passionate and honest in a manner the world has never seen.
Thy freckles witness of the sun's love for thee as well. Jealousy fills me, when thinking of how often the sun gets to kiss you, when I cannot.
Thou art loyal, strong willed, respectful.
It is therefore with sorrow to love thee.
I shall never be able to kiss you, hold you, or grow old with you. We will grow old knowing of each other, seeing each other on occasions. You will never know of my love. Though I feel that you suspect it.
However, bound to obey rules of institutions, our love will never come to be.
It is therefore a sorrow to love thee.