Black Rose

September 22nd, 2010 § 38 Comments


Red roses are indeed, romantic,
White roses are just plain
This story is for the cynic,
Just read and don’t complain.

There’s something I want to tell you
From deep deep inside my heart
Life always has a good view
Especially when you see the colors and its hue.

I look at the stars that twinkle,
While I felt some sprinkle,
I’m dreaming of you to be with me
Though I know it will never be.

As I hold the black rose
And smell the scent that arose
This is indeed, romantic,
I really am one kind of quixotic.

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Sorry for this lame poem. :-]

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