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.
An interesting and emotionally rich poem. The imagery of the black rose stood out to me as a symbol of love, memory, and loss. I enjoyed the dreamlike atmosphere created through references to Eden, roses, and fading serenity. Some lines made me pause and think about how certain memories stay with us even when they bring pain. A thoughtful piece that invites multiple interpretations.
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