I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only home with And how did you earn your house that name When judged by years relatively new? My is not my home here just 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 still I feel so very far From which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing 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 smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool ask for nothing save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far 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 alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how forlorn it I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis still to measure Time.