She sat in shadows,🌹
a rose pressed in her hand,🌹
mocked for her darkness,🌹
yet brighter than the land.🌹

I called her Black Beauty,🌹
and she would softly smile,🌹
hiding a universe of grace🌹
in her heart all the while.🌹

“Roses taught me,” she whispered,🌹
“that thorns cannot erase,🌹
the fragrance of true love,🌹
nor the soul’s quiet grace.”

Upon the stage she blossomed,🌹
the world began to see,🌹
what I had always known—🌹
she was the rose to me.🌹