My Rose

I have a rose
It can be two colors:
Lush red for when I'm happy, and
Modest black for when I'm sad

I want someone I can't have
My rose is always black because of that
I fell so hard for her
Knowing full well that I might not have her

She is the only possible way that my rose will change to red
Until then I will always walk this earth alone
Wanting your heart to be mine
And mine yours

Sometimes, I think of you as my rose:
My beautiful rose
Whether it be red or black, it is still beautiful
I don't know why I think this of you
Apparently I have some feelings for you
Enough to think of you as my beautiful rose

When we're under the cloudless midnight sky,
The moonlight casts shadows upon our faces
They light up in perfection
Because, I'm beginning to realize, you are my rose

I have a rose
It can be two colors:
Lush red for when I'm happy, and
Modest black for when I'm sad