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A Beautiful Life My hands are pricked and bleeding,
Dripping the sorrow athat the rose represents.
Blame me for all of my sins I've caused.
Beware that the rose bush will die soon.
Lips soft like the rose petals are,
Your lips are the passions of your love;
Beautiful, yet dangerous to my soul.
An eternally pure rose to my love.
Hair as black as my own hair,
My soul is attracted by Death and his children,
Never letting me escape from the prison entrapping me.
The black rose and its thorns prick my heart.
Your love will prick me for my blood,
Offering me to turn into a soulful res rose.
Indeed, I accept the offer in my own terms,
Living the life of a black rose turning red.
Though I'm far from blooming into a full rose,
The beauty and passion awaits for me
To be free of the black rose petals of sin.
Can you turn my black roses red?
The exotic, yet desirable rose awaits for me
And I await for you, my beloved red rose.
