I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you earn your house name When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be as I must without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day hour after hour passes by And still I so very far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I at this being glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I seem to break the rule sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.