I In of warmth when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you your house that name When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far From that which I - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While being glad I 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 love I forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I seem to break the rule sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder still to Time.