What It Means To Be A Gentle Soul Part 2

I have mastered your rose so obscure

For the more you are in depth, the more you feel

For love's opera brings a warm reveal;

Reveal to me your sacred judges

I find my heart in the midst of your drama

Divorced are the feelings you bring to me

Your caring calamus I shall present to the world

I love you more than this bloody arm

Full of meaningless red paint above

I can't believe how dormant I am

In the solace of your brevery

I see the big yellow sign...

Oh the big yellow sign

For I have missed it many times

The flowers in the vase

Have died so many times

And this red paint

Has no big yellow sign

For you are the book of my love

Ridiculed in the eyes of the beholder

How dare you take my rose

And make it deceitfully yours?

For this web of attraction is over

I cannot consume you anymore

For you are so extra with your loving light

Covered in sin that is relevantly yours

So where is the mask

That conceals the revelry?

May you revel in my arms tonight

The radiation in your eyes is pure hell;

Oh sweet calamus, is your calamity pure?