PASSING STRANGE


Rose, arose & having risen:
...was angry.


'You never call me
by my name


only love & darling.'


'A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet! '
I quoted.


'That's neat! '
she sweetly smiled.


'That's Shakespeare! '
I whispered in her ear


and kissed her sweet sweet smile.
(Each reflected in the other's eye) .


'Oh, quote me that kiss again! '
she sighed.


'How I do love thee...! '
I cried.


'...let me count the kisses! '
she replied.


My lovely darling
Rose.