A Rose by any other name...

A Rose by any other name is but a pleasure of the senses
A Rose with a fragrance that would entice the blind
a smile so bright you could view it with your mind
with petals so beautiful nature would attempt to copy

Those who know could never forget the depth of intelligence
that such a delicate flower could wield like a sword
forged with fire and ice and connected like a cord
slicing through worldly doubts, stupidity and ignorance

A Rose by any other name is but a pleasure of the senses
spoken of by the mute and heard of by the deaf
even seismographs could not see through the depth
of this flowers soul that reaches out to attempt to hold

A thorn in the side which may just be a way to hide
one of the softest hearts that could ever reside
on the planet, in the solar system or our own milky way
A Rose by any other name has inspire this poetry on this day.