A rose by any other name
Has thorns that are just as sharp.
An ocean in any other day
Will drown you if you try to run.

A bridge as delicate as ours
Can burn at the smallest degree.
A mirror as revealing as this
Will show that what I fear isn’t me.

A garden under harsh pouring rain
Has flowers that will wilt and then weep.
A sword in your hands or mine
Enters flesh with its blade’s fierce heat.

A love that’s poison like ours
Will leave you walking
And me on my knees.
A love that glimmers like ours
Will leave me bleeding
And you scathe-free.