A rose is a rose...
I am a rose....a wild rose... My color is black and that adds to my wildness My petals are rough that tells my uniqueness My leaves are pale which tells my dullness My body is full of thorns which shows my toughness Scorching sun shining on me With no compassion made me black Strong winds blowing aganist me With no passion made me rough Hail storms and heavy showers pouring On me made my leaves pale and lifeless But friend dont think...dont even imagine That I am worthless and futile... They swamp me...the bees and the butterflies Because they know I have the lingering fragrance...