I In of warmth when love and comfort dear Have their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I to disappear And find myself again where you are? Is it that home is only home with And how then did you earn house that name When judged by it's relatively new? My home is not my here just the same. And so I will be as I must Although without you tastes as dust.
II What torture I endure each day When hour after passes by And still I so very 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 I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at While being glad I have a to miss.
III Heartsick have I been long, long day is my disposition, yet I smile and try my to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can't Sorry am I for the ones I They ask for nothing my company And yet I seem to break the rule That once I love twice bound I'll be Alas, I often slip and to them That far my heart desires to go.
IV It seems only a moment I listened to the tone Of thy too far off at last But now I myself alone Yet, my closed, I am not so For underneath my I your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy between my lips Past how forlorn it seems I'll to meet you in my dreams.
V A wind ravages my mind As though I were a blade of Which, rained upon, has been blind And now for the storm to pass 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 harder to measure Time.