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.
Tanith LeeAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: british
- Born: September 19, 1947