No black Rose

I am no black rose

Nor the orange of sounds.

I am an orange rose with

the beauty and thorns

Of passion and pain.

I am no purple shade

Not the lavender of ever shades royal.

I am orange passion with

The scars to show

With the maturity to grow.

I might be a pink rose

Shrivelled under the

Looming storm of clouds

Yet, I stand my ground

to bloom in Spring and

At the end of Autumn’s show.