Her Name

Soft, what light through yonder window breaks
Tis the East and Juliette the West
and Juliette is the rest that
finds my soul
Juliette is the best at what keeps me sane
Juliette knows how to clear the rain and
Juliette knows what does become my bane and
Juliette- is my love

but that’s not her name

What’s in a name?
that a rose called by any other would smell so sweet

Rose fits life like hand fits glove and
Rose fits me like fire fits hell
Like fight fits flight and day fits night
Halves of a whole, two parts of the same
Rose is my life

but- that’s not her name

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Really like the cleverness in this write. The readers will want to know her name. You have left them guessing and she won't know either.

Chris