BLACK ROSE
Black is the rose that has yet to bloom
The need for light to open its petals
Greater is the need for water within
Showering the soil with hope
Its longing for the careful tending
Buds are ever plentiful
Thorns are always present
Go ahead take the chance
Reach out into the temptation
Pick the flower so beautiful
Its petals soon crumble to the touch
Left now are only scars on loving hands
The beauty of a rose is untouchable
The need for light to open its petals
Greater is the need for water within
Showering the soil with hope
Its longing for the careful tending
Buds are ever plentiful
Thorns are always present
Go ahead take the chance
Reach out into the temptation
Pick the flower so beautiful
Its petals soon crumble to the touch
Left now are only scars on loving hands
The beauty of a rose is untouchable
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