The Black Rose

The Black Rose :

When I look at you, Black Rose,
You stand out against the rest,
For your beauty I cannot compose
A poem that could do you justice or best.

Your midnight petals are so deep and dark
They transport me to unknown lands
Giving me a thought that I embark,
Where old secrets can never be seen or heard.

Your beauty lies in your deep mystery
That no man can define or explain
From your icy depths we can clearly see
That beauty can be so deep and dark and plain.

Your thorns too have a certain grace
They protect and keep your secret
Reminding one that beauty’s place
Lies within the heart and not on the surface sheet.

Your delicate petals captivate the beholder
Whose eyes you cannot seem to leave
Your petals represent a certain bolder
An aura you emit, force your admirers to believe.

Your black color tells the tale of a mystery
A beauty unseen, and one to be told
Your secretive resplendence, a stark history
Where beauty is far removed from the mainstream’s fold.

So, Oh Black Rose, I watch in awe
Your beauty, as dark and deep as the unknown
Your darkness never could cause us to withdraw,
But instead closer with fascination towards you we’ve grown.