Black Rose

They say...a red rose is love, passion, 

Smiles to a saddened face, an initiation of attraction..

But die yet...so quickly, beauty only short lived 

So why do we Chase it like so...

Seemingly putting minimal effort and hoping it'll grow

Dead it becomes...the lack of caring, attention, 

Lit with Sun, yet no water to drink, death to dehydration

Too much water, but no Sun to bath, death to constriction

Black...from death but only a new beginning 

placed to its disposal but its beauty lies in the truest eyes 

To a black rose is the beauty ever so bitterly sweet,

you are the Passion and bliss of love spoiled...

To your death I've deemed u so I am your soil,

only u may blossom from the hardest concrete crack... 

with not a weed insight, sunlight glistens off your petals..

Sleek yet somehow bright.

You...you are beauty, elegance, pain and pleasure, 

love in its rawest form, so u ask y I loved thee? 

You are the absentee, the pinnacle, you...are what we ALL need...black rose, I love you.

Despite sadness that cause your bloom 

From me...I give u life anew.

Through you I see truth..

Much may be gained from pain and happiness lost.

Red roses and violets may short last with lust

But a rose runs black from the rareness of red tears...

And lives, a new flower left to bloom. watch over years

As she will stay fruitful with life, never wither

Through heat, winds and harshest conditions of winter

Never mistaken twice, a green thumb not needed to be tender

To love, water, let shine upon it the brightest rays

For it is well deserved through the natural process of life

Never short lived yet part I must from being together

Again I shall not hurt her, for that might well be murder 

Never ever ....but my black rose lies forever

In a bulletproof glass case, never replaced, nor erased

As my rose in my memories of our beautiful endeavors

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn