THE BLACK ROSE

My rose has turned black,

As it is covered by the cloud of my heartache,

Also its dark unacceptable texture,

Reflects my burnt into ash core.

Do not go on its external appearance,

Read your lover’s pious feelings.

Do not dislike it because of its dark color,

The flower contains a sweet flavor.

Care to identify the sweet fragrance in it,

She is you my stubborn sweetheart.

For you it will always remain fresh,

Hoping and praying for your happiness.