One lonely black rose

If I were a flower..
I would be a black rose
Most thought of as death,
but me, a symbol of one's love.
To one, they take a look,
then turn away in disgust.
I'm thought of as wrong
a mix-up on my part.
People don't give me a second glance
No one takes me into their hearts.
But people, don't you see?
I'm a beautiful symbol, of love.
Why don't you choose me
over those other colors?
Black is frowned upon,
and others don't yet see.
How beautiful, one simple black rose
how beautiful I can really be
I sit all alone
not given a second glance
Why do,
Most people think of me as death
when really
I'm a symbol of one's love.