My Black Rose, the Rose of death 🌹

They call you an Arabic bride yet you are an African beauty
Yes, I see the beauty in you and it makes me feel so guilty
My Black Rose, the rose of death

You are the cousin of death, yes you are her relative
I see the resemblance and your identity is clearly positive
My Black Rose, the rose of death

They see death, but in my bereavement I see a new genesis
Stories about you are morbid, your past is your nemesis
My Black Rose, the rose of death

You are dark to the core but it is your controversy that make you attractive
The enzymes battling and my mouth salivating for the forbidden fruit that is to my tongue palative
My Black Rose, the rose of death
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