The Black Rose Poem by Kevin Nesbitt

The illegitimate offspring of passion and desire, that beautiful black rose without a heart, without a soul, that wilts and withers in the dawn with passion's spent desire. Fades and dies in the wake of beauty's decay, for only love's red rose can truly say; 'Dear one I love you now and more than yesterday'. How sweet the kiss that srealeth my breath away. How deep the sleep that kiss bestow, until once more, I hear your sweet voice say, Awake my child, awake, onto the dawning of God's new day. For only Love's Red Rose can truly say, Dear one I love you now and more than yesterday