In the garden, dark and deep

Where shadows dance and secrets keep

There blooms a rose of rarest kind

Its petals black as moonless night

Its beauty shrouded in mystery

A symbol of love and history

The black rose stands alone and proud

Defying norms and breaking ground

For some, it represents farewell

A final goodbye, a mournful knell

But for others, it’s a symbol of hope

A reminder to never give up the rope

So, let the black rose bloom and thrive

Its darkness a reminder to strive

For even in the darkest hour

There’s beauty in the blackest flower.

-The Black Rose-

Blessings and Love!

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