20 October 2012
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
Swirling and whiling by your dancing feet,
My face glimpsing up at you and the dance you have made,
It seems fitting that I should end my days by blade,
For tragedy and fantasy send spinning our tale,
We found only love but worth more than the holy grail,
Eyes set only on yours,
Hidden behind closed doors,
Enemy or not my heart doth beat,
Even if our love must be deceit,
A rose by another name Would smell as sweet,
What matters is what something is, not called.
Cliche Writer 1: A Rose By Another Name Would Smell As Sweet • Opuss № I