I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you earn your house that When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure day When after hour passes by And still I feel so very far From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to hide 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 seem to break 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 seems 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 your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I were a blade of Which, upon, has been made blind And now for the storm to pass 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 still to measure Time.