THE BLACK ROSE
I wondered , I confused to myself
I swear , I could imagine not to be there
But My destiny, my reluctant ally mistrust me
I nurtured the beautiful roses in my dim Eden, my orchard
Where you supposed to radiate your humor, your positive light
Could enlighten my Smokey dark insight of mind
I still have the vision, I could see your divine presence
At the convicted corner of my dying serenity
You proposed the rose , rosy velvet , the coveted love
Unrequited, unconditional and eloquent that I couldn't preserve
Who should care to my lovely roses? the symbol encrypted in my chest
Like " SCARLETT LETTER " I can't remove, neither I dare too !
Perhaps I want to carry the memoir of you
So I found even the roses become black, pale and sicken but certainly special as you.
