the Black Rose

Not another Laila.

Not another Juliet.

Not a lover who expects for Shakespeare's works.

Not a lover who looks for friends with benefits.

Not a lover with the expectation of a charming wealthy prince.

Not a lover who looks for a macho man 

and league of gentlemen.

I am an ordinary woman, 

With a conventional profession.

I am a woman, looking for a simple family with a true hubby.

I was a psychiatric intern, who turned into a maniac for securing my love.

No matter how many men, impress me.

I am the one, who lives in the lost world of my pudding.

I am not a wonder woman, 

When comes to saving the world, 

But a wonderful lover,

As her when it comes to love.

I still carry the rose, with hopes, by possessing my man's personality.

Lord forgive me for my sins, but bestow me with true love as no one remains the same in the lost world,

There is no right and wrong even hell becomes heaven, crime becomes justice and I choose to live blind with my better half.

This poem is dedicated to Harley Quinn at times love makes us blind and we fall for toxic relationships even though our love is true, the person in the relationship need not be, we need to safeguard ourselves at times mind makes more sense than the heart.