I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light 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 house that name When judged by years relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day hour after hour passes by And I feel so very far away From which I desire - 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 I am missing 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 to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I often and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment 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 thy tongue between my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I were a blade of Which, upon, has been made blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and embrace The seems to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder still to Time.