Black and Red Love


Like roses
One black, one red
They are so alike
And different in many ways

The red
Sweet, innocent, untainted
Never touched
Never even disturbed

The black
Experienced, matured, darkened by the world
Always touched
Always being loved

Even with the differences
They share a common bond
There's a love that binds
Everything else seems no more

With all roses
There are thorns
They prick and scratch
Drawing blood and causing scars

The wounds are left
But wounds always heal
With that bond they share
Everything can be changed

The opposites connect
Their stems twist and intertwine
Creating a sign of love and beauty
They will never be disconnected

They have grown
One along with the other
They poked and pricked
Their spikes cause pain

The red
Never knowing the pain
Never having experienced it before
The red, confused and dazed

The black
Knowing a feeling all to farmiliar
Knowing how to deal
The black, painfully knowing

The black and red
Bound by feeling and thought
Never to be seperated
Never to stray from the other