I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again back where you Is it that home is only with you? And how then did you earn your that name judged by years it's relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be happy as I Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When hour hour passes by And I feel so very far away From that which I - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined someone's 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 I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the love I can't Sorry am I for the I fool ask for nothing save my company And yet I cannot to break the rule sayeth once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder to measure Time.