Rose so black, deep and dark, stem of Hunter Green. So many people overlook you, misunderstand what You Mean. You have no color, Darkest Beauty, but plenty of Depth to your hue. You have no clue, you'll never know how much admiration I have for you.
She looked at me With much disgust when I tried to share your beauty. It is this, my love, I feel it is my duty. She's gone forever. Why, who knows? I'm left here all alone. Blackest rose, it's you and me. We're left here to stew and groan.....
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