Love is not the same when my love does not love you br Weak when I am with thee, meek without thee br Death never died, like my soul dies when death ensue br Without thee affections to incinerate mine tears weary br I walk through the storm of lost love dreary br Like the orphan I know not love but loves woe br If love is a dove, than my love a crow br And tears that make one strong, make me week br Through tears veil, with passion vehement I seek br My love's soul, her body, her apparition br To pledge my repentance and emanate contrition br But passion ameliorates naught, and does not turn br my love to love thee… I still burn br without thee.