I In times of when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light my star, How is it that I wish to And myself again back where you are? Is it that home is only with you? And how then did you your house that name When judged by years 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 endure day When hour after hour by And still I feel so very far From which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet is my sadness, for ere now, I never had after someone's touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven And I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I at this While glad I have a love to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the love I forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for save my company And yet I seem to break the rule That sayeth once I love bound I'll be Alas, I often and to them show That far away my desires to go.
IV It only a moment past 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 flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll sleep to you in my dreams.
V A cold wind ravages my As though I a blade of grass Which, upon, has been made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The seems to go the sky The further off seemeth face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis still to measure Time.