I In times of warmth when love and dear Have cast blindless light upon my star, How is it that I wish to And find myself again back where you Is it that home is home with you? And how then did you your house that name When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my home here the same. And so I will be happy as I Although without you tastes as dust.
II What sweetened torture I each day hour after hour passes by And still I feel so far away that 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 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 this 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 once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far away my heart to go.
IV It seems only a past I listened to the dulcet Of thy too far off voice at But now I find myself Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I feel your flesh, slow, And hold thy tongue between my Past caring how it seems sleep to meet you in my dreams.
V A cold wind my mind As though I were a of grass Which, rained upon, has been made And waits now for the to pass But, strange, the closer I To travel's end and embrace The darker to go the sky The further off seemeth your 'Tis trying, when in pain, to 'Tis harder still to Time.