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My Black Rose

My Black Rose

 

A Black Rose sways in the temperate winds,

He gives with grace and slightly bends.

 

His stem has weathered many storms,

Has learned to protect with barbed like thorns.

 

The fragrance of this strong Black Rose,

Is sweet enough to soothe a broken soul.

 

His beauty is stunning from inside out,

He plants seeds of love, while erasing doubt.

 

My black rose, given true and free,

Will belong forever to only me.

— Tonya, Apr 01, 2009

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Tonya

Tonya

17 years 2 months ago

lol, thanks Julie. I’m

lol, thanks Julie. I'm glad it moved at least one person to respond!! I was figuring maybe they read, and just didn't get it nor liked it. That can be agrivating and disheartening. even if they didn't like it, some indication would be nice. I very very very much appreciate you taking the time to do both!!! thanks again! Always sincere, Tonya
Geezer

Geezer

17 years 2 months ago

black rose

this is a very simple yet strong piece of work. i liked it very much. i too like the same lines as julie, and especially like the ones,"his stem has weathered many storms,has learned to protect with barb-like thorns" it has plenty of strength in those lines, yet there is a sense of delicacy about it. it's as if you almost wish he knew what you felt without you having to say it. he would be honored, not embarassed! at least he should be! not knowing if it has roots in reality, i hesitated in saying that but, felt it too important to leave out. beauty is a matter of perspective. gee