I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day hour after hour passes by And I feel so very far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after someone's Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And here I am missing too much. My paradox is I weep at this While glad I have 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 love I can't Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I cannot to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I to the dulcet 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 between my Past how forlorn it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.