1. I love you in ways of love I have not found
Any parallel among people to describe

2. Some are love for the beloved and mercy
In knowing the burden he undertakes

3. Some are that the days never evoke her
Unless my soul is nearly torn apart

4. Some appeared in body and looks apparent
Some in my soul gentler than spirit

5. Some are the blindness, the illness itself
Whose memory comes over me and I recoil

6. So I find no rest, as though dead
Nor is it lessened while I live