• A black rose appears in the corner of my eye,
    its wilted posture and faded leaves,
    seem to cry.

    A single touch could stop its pain,
    it looked so lonely,
    and it begged for rain.

    A petal fell from it's sullen place,
    it fell to the ground,
    with such simplicit grace.

    Winds blew the other petals away,
    what had this rose done,
    to deserve such treatment on this day?

    I felt so much sorrow in this rose,
    just watching,
    as it's life came to a close.

    I've seen every other flower in beautiful rows,
    but in my heart,
    I'll always remember this one black rose.