Black Rose. Sweet, yet sour Black Rose.
Such a beautiful shape, yet an ugly color.
You are like an exotic, yet depressing painting.
Your lovely shape represents beauty, value, and love,
yet your hateful color represents cold, darkness, and death.
You have the stem of life and death.
You bring warm, fuzzy feelings, yet cold stiff impressions.
Your beauty saves me from calling you "ugly", yet your hideousness prevents me from calling you "beautiful".
In the end, I am driven by the question, "What can I call you?"
And the only thing that comes in mind is that you are nothing more than a simple
Black Rose