I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your house that When judged by it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure day When hour hour passes by And still I feel so very far From that I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And here I am 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 and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing save my And yet I seem to break the rule sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far away my desires to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone 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 sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A wind ravages my mind As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.