I In of warmth when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again back where you Is it that is only home with you? And how then did you earn your that name When judged by years it's relatively My home is not my home just the same. And so I be happy as I must without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened I endure each day hour 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 paradox is that I at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the 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 show 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 feel flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been 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 off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme harder still to measure Time.