I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it that I to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how then did you earn 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 without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour hour passes by And I feel so very far away that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how forlorn it sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.