There are
Beautiful red roses,
Black roses,
And pink roses.
So many roses of choice,
There are roses of love,
Roses of death,
And there are,
Roses of friendship.
Some roses lead to love.
The happiness of love,
The pain love may bring,
Love is a wonderful thing,
Love is desirable.
Love is in the air.
After the love,
Comes death.
Darkness of death.
Paths of death.
How to describe death,
We shall not know.
For this is a place, we go.
This is a path,
We take.





What an amazing poem... has dramatic lines with images that bring happiness and then the despair of death.
Fine contrast and I love the roses for the backdrop of your poem. 

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