The Meaning for A Black Rose

Its thorns are gone from age
Dying within its stage
Shedding every tear
Its petals fall freely clear
But its color like your heart
So black and cold in art
Its stem so brown and emtpy
Peeling from a dark memory
But so beautiful in itself
Is its tone of lifeless wealth
So delicate to touch
This rose without so much.
But destiny inside
the answers it which hides
The beauty of it all
The Black Rose
So beautiful at its fall.