I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you earn your that name judged by years 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 I endure each day When hour after hour by And still I so very far away 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 here I am missing too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to show That far away my heart to go.
IV It only a moment past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past caring how forlorn it sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis still to measure Time.