Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Rose





















A rose by any other name
Would get the blame
For being what it is-
The colour of a kiss,
The shadow of a flame.

A rose may earn another name,
So call it love;
So call it love I will,
And love is like the sea,
Which changes constantly,
And yet is still
The same.

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