Ryou Kitsune: I do not own Yu you Hakusho…. DUH!!

Black Rose

It was mine but you stole it.

It was mine yet you cherish it.

I locked my heart up, so you made your own key.

Oh why fox? Why do you have to love me?

Stop calling me your Black Rose.

I am no Rose.

They are beautiful, I am not.

They smell sweet. I most certainly do not.

These beautiful and sweet features are your own.

These are words I should have never known.

You taught them to me…

You shone a light on me…

But do not tell me I am a rose.

You are the beautiful and sweet rose.

I am your thorns… protecting you from harm.

Kitsune: Arigato gozaimasu for reading my little poem, please review but onegai… no flames.