A Rose by any other Name...

“My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?"

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"

I read these stories – love stories –

and though it’s about them,

I feel it could be about us.

Whoever has been in love

or unrequited love,

cherished or hurt,

blissful or sceptical,

betrayed or faithful,

they read between the lines.

Although all love stories are beautiful,

I like ours the best.

Even though it’s the same,

and only the names have changed.