I In times of warmth when love and comfort Have their blindless light upon my star, How is it I wish to disappear And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only home with And how did you earn your 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 endure day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so far away that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I had pined after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor brow And I am missing almost too much. My is that I weep 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 I can't forget am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my caring how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the cometh I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The off seemeth your face trying, when in pain, to rhyme 'Tis harder to measure Time.