I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn your house that When judged by years it's new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour after 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 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 glad I have a 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 forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love twice I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The further off your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.