Black Rose

Let’s find a place that we only know.. Let’s watch the sunset together.. You can watch the sunset and I’ll watch you..

Roses, oh my so beautiful.. So mysterious.. Roses are so proud flowers, tall, spectacular.. Roses are so lonely flowers, and why that? Roses with their thorns, untouchable, cause if you grab them they will hurt you with their thorns and not because they want to but because it is the way they are.. They stand winter and summer strong and tall, ready to grow new roses.. So many colours.. The firstall, Red, red the colour of passion, of desire, temptation and love.. Red like the blood running in our veins giving us life, red like two hearts which desire each other, red like the passion filling these tow hearts, red like cherry lips.. Pink, oh pink like the spring blossom you see in the trees, pink like painted cheeks from the innocence of youth, the sweet shame of a compliment, the pink dress that the girl love so much feeling so beautiful.. And Yellow, oh yellow like the summer sun that warms the hearts so sweet, yellow like the afternoon sunlight that comes and fills the room through the small holes of the curtains and the windows, yellow like the sunflowers that grow in some gardens.. White, oh white like the snow in a December day when you want a fireplace, a hot coffee and a snuggling hug wearing your fluffy pjs , white like a marble corridor ready to run on it wearing a long white dress, white like the skin of a princess.. And Black, oh black roses are so charming.. Rare and hard to find, like true love, black like the darkness each one of us hides in his soul, black like dark eyes full of desire and enthusiasm, full of sparkles and flame.. That’s why I love roses.. They are so intimate and calm at the same time.. So untouchable and so pleading to touch.. So beautiful and mysterious.. I love roses cause each one of them has something to say without words.. Just because they have a particular colour.. So quiet but so loud stories.. Find your rose.. Love it.. Love it with all your heart.. Love its thorns.. Love everything that makes it so amazing.. Find your rose and never let it go..

Stop being so forgiving. People know exactly what they are doing.