I In times of warmth love and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is only with you? And how then did you earn house that name When by years it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far From that which I - 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 almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While being I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can't Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth once I love twice I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show That far away my heart to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue between my caring how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.