I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it I wish 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 relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When 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 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 glad 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 I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the cometh I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.