(poems go here) She could never love like the other roses. Black was the color of her feather soft petals but crimson red painted her thorns.The thorns she had were too sharp to touch. In the end if they touched her they would bleed. Living souls could only get within a breaths reach without blissful pain. Her gift were the petals that were so black and beautiful they resembled the night sky. They lured so many and caused so much pain.It was her curse to be the black rose. It was her curse to have a painful love. In the end it was what she thought she deserved. A black rose's love.