I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I wish to And myself again back where you are? Is it that home is only 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 be happy as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What torture I endure each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far that 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 that I weep at While being glad I have a 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 I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And thy tongue between my lips caring how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.