I In of warmth when love and comfort dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I wish to And find myself back where you are? Is it that home is only home you? And how then did you your house that name judged by years it's relatively new? My home is not my home just the same. And so I will be as I must Although you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day hour after hour passes by And still I so very far away that which I desire - 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 weep at 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 am I for the ones 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 them That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to harder still to measure Time.