I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you earn your house name When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my home 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 hour after hour by And still I feel so far away that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And here I am missing too much. My paradox is that I weep at being glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this long, day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to hide The pain, the life, the love I can't Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for save my company And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show That far away my heart to go.
IV It seems only a moment I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off at last But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy between my lips Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages 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 closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme 'Tis still to measure Time.