"The black rose"

He once called me his sunflower bright, Said I was kind, and made things light. I laughed, I loved, I gave him all— But now he answers someone else's call. She’s a tulip—soft and fair, He looks at her like I’m not there. And she looks back with eyes that shine, Not knowing once, those eyes were mine. But I’m a black rose in the rain, Still loving through the quiet pain. Not what he wants, not who he chose— But I will always love him most.