I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you earn your house 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 I endure each day When hour hour passes by And still I so very far away From 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 brow And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at While glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I this long, long day is my disposition, yet I and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for nothing save my And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It only a moment past I to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at But now I find alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For my fingertips I your flesh, caressing slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past caring how it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold ravages my mind As though I a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To end and your embrace The seems to go the sky The off seemeth your face 'Tis trying, in pain, to rhyme harder still to measure Time.