I have a black rose
Thats use to be red.
The the next time i saw it.
I thought it was dead.
The rose turned black
Because of the feeling in my heart
Its like the rose knew
That i was falling apart
Before i knew it
My rose turned red
No longer did i think
That my rose was dead.
My heart is never more
Dark and black
After all my dark feelings went away.
That darkness shall never come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a 'WOW' poem! ! I mean i really like the way you related emotions with a rose. Well let me rephrase that - all poets do that but this is so perfectly and differently elucidated! ! ! 10+ goes to the Black Rose!