I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how then did you earn your house that When by years it's relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day When after hour passes by And I feel so very far away that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after someone's Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am almost too much. My paradox is I weep at this While being I have 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 I can't forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing save my And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself 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 forlorn it I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth your trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.