I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And myself again back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how then did you earn house that name When judged by it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I be happy as I must Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure day When hour after passes by And still I feel so far away From that which I desire - yes, and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined 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 have a to miss.
III Heartsick I been this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing save my And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound be Alas, I often and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It seems only a past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I feel flesh, caressing slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been blind And now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer 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 still to Time.