Black Rose

Black Rose

by glenmore bacarro

091108

You have your own beauty.

That’s being envied by most.

For you outshined above the rest.

And you’re alone on your rarest.

Within your dark velvety petals;

A charm that no one can despise:

That’s why they chose you.

That’s why sin chooses you.

You concealed lust through lies.

And masked truth through fantasies

You cling to someone else’s heart.

And left your family behind!

You listen to no one.

Hid no advices:

Because you know when

You’re in full bloom,

You’ll capture them all

With your sweet demure!

When they touched you,

Or picked?

They will condemn.

Either they are to complain

Because you’re a rose with thorns,

Or will they rejoice

Because your thorns has a rose.