Black Rose Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Give me a black rose moonlit in her throes.
I'll fall in love with her; I'll be blessed.
Take these marrow bones, without plateaus.
I'll sing in her heavens, hovering fervidly.
Black rose, give me all your moonlit sorrows.
In those petals, I'll drown all my sorrows.
I'll bleed across a million starlit miles.
To endure the warmth of your dark, tender smiles
That sometimes winks in my direction.
Darlin' black rose, give me all your moonlit sorrows.
Who cares about those other tomorrows?