The Black Tulip
The touch of his had was electric
As he gently took her hand and kissed it
The kiss was soft and an easy touch
He was the man she felt the rush
He was the man of her dreams
The great charmer so it seemed
But he was really like a black tulip
That is a dark, dark purple that rules it
Underneath the darkness lay
It didn't come out for many a day
By the time the tulip bloomed
Her whole life lay ahead surely doomed
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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