Small Insignificant, Forgotten Little Dark Rose...

Small insignificant, forgotten little dark rose Is this strange form of a poets prose Petals coursing with blood and love Life and inspiration sent from above Must I consider some sign from the sky Or is that a thought I should not defy A dark wanderer away from home Exposing its elegant unique chromesone Innocent and lonely, a happy smiling face Yearns for yet another romantic embrace I try to walk away, but instincly turn around Admiring its brilliant colour so profound I follow the road and look up high into the sky Crying to the blossom's quiet goodbye Repeating a prayer that the lady once chose Do you suppose theres hope in this heartfelt rose?