The Black Rose Poem by T. R. Crissian

A young woman lives in a castle,
A princess of royalty,
She has a caring and loving heart,
She is a woman of devoted loyalty,
Yet with all this she loved one forbidden.

An outcast is her beloved,
One thrown out of the palace for a crime he did not commit,
No longer trusted nor respected,
Even with all the hatred, he seemed unaffected.

Every year on the full moon,
This smitten fellow gave a black rose to his love,
She would hold it tightly,
And sing a birdlike tune.

Once the king discovered this,
He hunted down the man and had him dispatched,
How horrible that his daughter loved and outcast,
Now he should find her a suitable husband,
But none would ever be a match.

She cried tears of silver,
And grasped her black rose,
And went to his grave-
She had one more kiss to deliver.

She knelt upon the black dirt,
She kissed the rose and laid it on the grave,
'My love, this is yours. I shall live the rest of my life but your love I will always crave.'

Little did she know that her sweet gesture had been seen,
Her love had heard her kind words from the heavens,
And wished to look in her eyes so green,
But focused on the fact that they would see again.

When they would meet,
He would give her a black rose,
And would live with God and the angels in eternal bliss so sweet.