I In times of warmth when and comfort dear Have cast their light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find again back where you are? Is it home is only home with you? And how then did you earn house 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 without you sugar tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I endure day When hour after hour by And I feel 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 long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to away The pain, the life, the I can't forget Sorry am I for the I fool They ask for save my company And yet I cannot seem to the rule That sayeth once I love bound I'll be Alas, I slip and to them show far away my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off at last But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel flesh, caressing slow, And thy tongue between my lips Past caring how forlorn it sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has made blind And waits now for the storm to But, strange, the cometh I To travel's end and your The darker to go the sky The further off your face 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder still to Time.