Oh, Black rose, for you may mean the most feared in life; but don't worry, you are beautiful and mean the most to many.. Without you, there is no life. Oh, beautiful Black rose for your stem have many thorns, but without them; where shall you stick? My dearest Black rose forever will I hold you close and pinned to my heart. Forever will your stem wrap around my heart and stick there by your thorns and help me stay strong and keep my heart safe. It will hurt, dear, oh yes it will. But later in life; we have to see, that pain and death is what we all have to live through. My dearest Black rose, many will hold you close to them; you may be all they have left. You are beautiful, and always will be. For you must be the painful truth, as for life; is just a beautiful lie.