I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how did you earn your house that name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I Although you sugar tastes 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 never had pined after touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can't Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing save my And yet I cannot to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice 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 myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how it seems I'll sleep to 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 cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.