Midnight Rose

"If I loved you," said the raven rose,
"You would not truly love me back.
For who in their right mind would love
A rose of midnight black?

I represent dramatic change,
And I symbolize catastrophe.
I am hated; I am feared.
You cannot love a rose like me.

So, please," the flower said,
"Please continue on your way.
There is nothing left to tell you,
And there is nothing left that you can say."

"There is something," said the traveler,
"That still has not been said."

"What is that," the floret asked,
"What path have we not tread?"

"There is something I can tell you;
And there is something you can say
That--"

"--That won't be of any true importance.
So, please continue on your way."

"Listen to me, blossom,
I do not know what lies in store;
But--"

"But please, dear traveler, keep going.
Another rose will bring you more."

With that, the floweret turned away,
And began to shake and weep.
But the weary traveler stayed by her side
As she cried herself to sleep.

And in her dreams, she heard him whisper,
"Yes, my sweet, I can and do."
And in her dreams, she whispered back,
"I, my darling, love you too."