Apr 2018
"...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.
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.
The "...passing strange..." are the stories that Othello tells Desdemona to win her heart....they were not only strange but surpassed all the strange things that could be!
