Is A Rose: No. 2, And So

Would a song by another name

Sound as sweet and true

Would all the reds be just the same

Or violets as blue

If you were gone would words still flow

And would they rhyme with you

If you were gone would I still know

How to love and how to grow

And how the vowel threads through

But in the verse there’s always time

Would scansion cease to mark the beats

If I went away

Would a syllable interrupt the feet

 Of tetrametric iambs

When I am gone

That’s newly sprung in june

And so you say the saying goes

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose

Is a rose

Is a rose

When a’ the seas rise high, my dear

And the rocks melt with the sun

Will the memory of us

Still rhyme with anyone

Will we still tune our violins

Will we still sing of roses

Will we exist at all, my love

Or will we fade to stanzas of

The dust that I suppose is

All we were and all we’ll be

And so the saying “so it goes”

Depends a lot on if a rose is a rose is a rose is rose is a rose

Is a rose is a rose is a thing sublime

And so we stay, on borrowed time