Admiring from afar, I learned of the black rose.

She was quite beautiful, but the door was closed.

 

With eyes of blue and green,

They were the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen.

 

With lips of green apple,

Kissing them was an idea I had to grapple.

 

The day she could be my rose,

The day I could be the Doctor, I suppose.

 

I offer the feelings of two hearts,

to the black rose of the arts.