Black Rose
I have walked roads so wide
I have seen beauty held in pride
To be frank,
You’re beauty’s bank
Your body has a voice
That weakens my choice.
You’re a woman to fill my life
Someday, you will be my wife
Darling, you’re too rich in beauty
For poverty
And too mature for puberty
Beauty and poverty can’t share a hand
I hope you understand
Black Rose
You’re today my pride
Tomorrow my only bride
For you, my love is loud
Like a thunder in a cloud
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