The Black Rose (trying my hand on Sonnet)

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