I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your house that When judged by years it's new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you sugar as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour after passes by And I feel so very far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at While being I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love twice I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.