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.