Black Rose
This black rose I see is beautiful to me
Its beauty is nothing I’ve ever seen
Has no thorns I see its perfect in all ways
I know I cant draw blood from it
I know I have love from it
It wont hurt me
Or burn me
Its too sweet and beautiful
Its my black rose
You may think its not beauty I see
But I don’t care because
Beauty to me
is what I see inside thee
even though it lost its color and beauty
it is still beautiful to me
because even in death its still beautiful life
its my beautiful black rose it still lives its beautiful life
Its beauty is nothing I’ve ever seen
Has no thorns I see its perfect in all ways
I know I cant draw blood from it
I know I have love from it
It wont hurt me
Or burn me
Its too sweet and beautiful
Its my black rose
You may think its not beauty I see
But I don’t care because
Beauty to me
is what I see inside thee
even though it lost its color and beauty
it is still beautiful to me
because even in death its still beautiful life
its my beautiful black rose it still lives its beautiful life
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