I In times of warmth when love and dear cast their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I wish to And find myself again back you are? Is it that home is only with you? And how then did you earn your that name When by years it's relatively new? My is not my home here just the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you sugar as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure 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 raven And here I am almost too much. My is that I weep at this While being glad I a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been this 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 nothing save my And yet I cannot seem to break the That sayeth once I twice bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems a moment past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the cometh I To end and your embrace The darker to go the sky The further off your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder still to Time.