Indeed, a rose by any other name
Would smell as sweet; So, too, a sunrise bright
Would be as lovely. Heat of Love's bright flame
Would still warm lovers' hearts in chill of night,
For names are nothing but familiar sounds
By which to recognize that which we see,
And have no bearing on the object crowned
Save to denote description for a key.
And yet, a name so precious as you bear
Would sour if uttered by another's lips,
For I should let eternity pass e'er
I lose you to another suitor's grips.
And so, till I return, stay sweet and warm,
And know 'tis your fair name that calms my storm.
(C) Terri Gordon
1 July 2008