There is nothing more beautiful,

Nothing more unique, than a black rose.

That’s all that is in my garden

That’s all that I’ll grow.

Black roses with smooth dark petals,

As pure as falling snow.

I have seen a few in other gardens

With other colors and hues,

But the black rose always stands out

Because her beauty is true.

They seem to strive in the worst conditions

While others wither and die.

They seem to know the sky is the limit,

They know the limit is the sky.