She wears the black rose because her beauty is darkness
Though many will try and fill her with their light
Searching for parts of her to point out and examine
Though in casting bright lights into her darkness
They miss the most beautiful parts of her that are hiding in the shadows
Sometimes beauty isn't meant to be pushed into the light
Or tested by many trials
Because then beauty fades regardless if it is founded in darkness or light
And then everyone else searches around for it
When maybe it was just in front of their face the whole time
In the darkness
Waiting to be appreciated