I In times of warmth when love and dear cast their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you your house that name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I be happy as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour hour passes by And still I feel so far away From 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 raven And here I am missing too much. My paradox is that I at this While glad I have a love 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 nothing save my And yet I cannot seem to break the sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how forlorn it I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and your The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.