strolling the garden on a moonlit eve <br />petals dance at the caress of my skirt <br />mystic redolence in the evening breeze <br />draws my heart to the place of the black rose <br /> <br />I stop to talk to the rose and listen <br />beauty in velvet petals, grace with thorns <br />with hints of purple and traces of blood <br />it's the black rose that is one with my soul <br /> <br />absorbing the love of your efflorescence <br />endearing in your delicate beauty <br />defense by thorn, I see myself in you <br />O my black rose, I know you understand <br /> <br />I wanted him so as he held me close <br />is it by thorn that loneliness claims us?<br /><br />Amera Andersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-8/
