Z. Randall Stroope: Amor de Mi Alma
National Taiwan University Chorus

I was not born but to love thee
my soul is patterned to thy measures
and because of my soul’s habit I do love thee

Your every aspect is written on my soul:
I no more than read, that within it,
even from thee I might hide myself.

I confess to owe thee all I have
for thee I was born, for thee I am alive
for thee I have to die, and for thee I die.