I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.

Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.

Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.

This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.

I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton