I mix it a little with my life force
Then it gets a burning crimson shade
Then I spread it across all infinity
That’s how, darling, my love is made
You are not ready, no one is
My tired hands are always unsure
And yet the bright red color burns
Tearing through my deepest core
The canvas is sore, my eyes bleed
I stare at you with hope and fear
I don’t know what I’ve freed this time
What do you say, may I love you my dear?
-Al