In this village, she lived on a hill with vines that drew so dark to her mansion. She sat everyday by the window in her attic watching every painful year pass by.When she was born her mother only had a few moments of life left and took her baby in her cold hands with hateful tears running down her face. You are the reason why i'm going to die in a few moments. Take her away from me! I shall name her marigold....did you know that is the flower of grief? She has been my only pain!! Alas...farewell to my love...which this born has taken me away from. I curse you child...may you be alone forever in the mansion left for you ,crying the tears I cry now. Her mother had the blood of gypsy but was raised in Italy and was only a maid to the father. Yet the years she worked for him he was captured by her long black hair...the way her dark skin painted his fare white..and how her passionate eyes drew into his. His wife new but couldnt do or say anything at all. So he fornicated with her every time he sent his wife and kids on trips..or gave them money to shop their days away. He bought her with words of how he loved her so...and filled her mouth with the finest wines.He acted as if she put him on a spell and her lips were the only lips he wanted to kiss..her body was the only one he wanted to wrap in his arms. Yet she was only a maid and he was a man whom had to keep his fine reputation. Eventually that day came where she found to be pregnant and the romance was over! "My darling , how I do love your eyes..how they look at mine. How I do love to wrap your long hair withtin my hand during passionate moments , but you know what must be. I shall buy you a mansion on a the highest hill in this village where no one can find you. I shall still come to see you and the baby..you shall still stay my only love, but its going to stay as it is. No one shall ever know of this...or my life would be done. All the money gone. Then where shall you live? Where shall I live?" Tears ran down her coffee skin for hours done. then finally she spoke. "She gets to live in that house with you. She gets to have the whole world know that she is yours. Yet you expect me to stay withtin the walls of a mansion up on a hill all alone with a child to take care of . Maybe I shall let this fine village know of our love and then throw my body in the nearest river. Then where will your fine reputation go?"
He neared toward her and pinned her angainst the wall. "Shut your silly mouth before i'll have to do something I shall painfuly regret. Remeber..no matter how much I love you..I shall forever be a man whom must keep his reputation before I am anything else. Now I must part from you today.. I have other occasions which I am late for. " what other occasions? Are you to go meet another woman?" He raised his cane and pinned it to her throat. "Dont ever ask me that again! Do I touch my wife? No, instead I lay my body on top of yours...and she doesnt say a word when she has more right to. You are just my lover.. I can fornicate with as many other lovers as I want!" " Get off of me...who says I would deal with it? He put his cane to the ground. "You dont have to..but where would you live? My love its been ten years now and your body is not as fine as it once was. Its starting to sag..and wrinkle. What do you expect me when so often beautiful young woman walk abot me?You cant expect to be my only lover!Now I must go...farewell my black rose!"
" I'm a rose?..but I thought you said I was not as fine as once. How can I be as a rose. " well roses do age dont they?They wither away.
Not even a rose lasts forever!" Tears fell down her cheek and from that day her child was her only grief. For she believed it was her child that did this all..so she cursed her to cry forever 'til the day she died...and never find a love at all. So she shall regretfully live in that mansion ..the mansion her mother never had to treasure. She was raised by a lady her father found to be a perfect replacement of the mother. Ofcourse she was young and beautilful..with long dark hair. Almost looked exactly like the mother....skin far from white fare. He took her everynight within the attic walls as he wrapped her long hair in this hands."Til he found she was too old to love and Marigold was old enough to take care of herself.She grew to be even more beautiful then her mother...even more hypnotic to the eyes...Yet she was never happy at all ..her mothers curse stayed within her blood. " Father I must regretfuly say my farewell . I can no more stay within these walls. I feel that if I leave the curse will be done and I can move on im my life. " "I want you to know dear child I did love that woman more than any other. Yet that will never give me an excuse for being the man I am. I was untrue to my wife..as I loved your mother, but I want you to know I was never untrue to her. Though it doesnt matter to you..i'm hoping she s hearing me right now so she could know that I didnt mean all those silly words. I want her to know that her death was probably caused by me...a punishment maybe? I lost my only love for my lies...but it was never for your life. I love you...I see her in you all the time. I want her to love you. I want this curse taken away." The very next day a black rose was placed on the bed of marigold's gold satin pillow.Then her father walked in the room as his eyes instantly fled with tears. " she forgives you!" "What are you talking about father. These words you are fluttering are a mystery to me...explain." "I used to call her my black rose.She forgives you Marigold! Dont you see my dear it's a black rose! " Father why did you call her that?" " She was dark and beautiful just like you...and my dear that is what her name meant! Her mother called her that cause she was the black rose of Italy...dark ,mysterious,and unique." " Now father we shall rip the vines that darken this fine house...and place black roses upon her grave. From now on I want to celebrate her life....and for once I want to live! We all make mistakes father , I forgive you both...but I shall live on never making those mistakes you two did. I shall find a good love..a true love...and born many children whom I shall embrace everyday. I shall live away you never did. Love should always come before money..or reputation..or anything else at all. Yet I am not saying what you did was right to your wife. You were untrue...alas another lesson I have learned..another thing to never do.
Be a person of principle, passion, and purity
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