Black Rose

I gave you a black rose,
But this one was different,
This one I had chose,
To give to you from me.

This single black rose,
Was not alive you see.
But its present a prose
That I shall tell you.

This single rose was fake,
made of plastic it is true.
This rose that you take,
will never die or fade.

Our love will never die,
So do not be afraid.
There will always be you and I.
Just like the rose.

The color signifies death.
That our love grows,
Even through our last breath.
That is why black.

Now do you understand,
Why a rose so black?
This was all planned.
A way to say, forever.
A way to say, I love you.

Author notes

I wanted a poem that takes a black rose and makes it symbolize something so totally different.
Also, I gave a black rose to a friend of mine for his birthday last week. It's been on my mind and wanted to elaborate on why I had given it to him. So I suppose this is why.
An I actually rhymed words in this poem.
Written October 20th, 2006