I In times of warmth when love and dear cast their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself back where you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn your that name When judged by years it's relatively 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 torture I endure each day When hour hour passes by And I feel so very far away From that I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My is that I weep at this While being I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can't am I for the ones I fool 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 them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It only a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue 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 blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.