i was a black rose
in a field of perfect dandelions
at first i thought you were broken
for wanting a deed weed
but what made you different
was handling a poisonous flower
for your hands were soft
the first time they met mine
so you'll always have a space
in my all ready broken heart
because you are the reason
the earth spins faster everyday
many gardeners may come
only to run back to red roses
but i'll cherish each moment
you picked me first
