Homesick Sonnets Emilie Autumn

Sonnet I
In times of warmth
When love and comfort dear
Have cast their blindless light upon my star
How is it
That I wish to disappear
And find myself again
Back where you are?
Is it that home is only home with you?
And how then did you earn your house that name
When judged by years it's relatively new?
My home is not my home here just the same
And so I will be happy as I must
Although without you
Sugar tastes as dust

Sonnet II
What sweetened torture I endure each day
When hour after hour passes by
And still I feel so very far away
From that which I desire
Yes, thee and I
Yet rosy is my sadness
For ere now
I never had pined after someone’s touch
Nor eyes
Nor lips
Nor hands
Nor raven brow
And here I am
Missing almost too much
My paradox is that I weep at this
While being glad I have a love to miss