I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again back where you Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your house name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour hour passes by And still I so very far away From which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after someone's Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am missing too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the love I forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how forlorn it I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme harder still to measure Time.