The Black Rose
Your eyes reflects the sky
In mid day light
Your fragrance is the spring in May
Your heart is like a mid night
You act like a queen
Treat them like a commoner
Pretend you have never been
And deny your own mother
You are a rose
With so much thorn
You are a lady with no grace
You are as cruel as your man
You are a lady in bloom
A black rose in bloom
