If love had another name
it would be equally tender, smooth
and tendentiously affectionate ...
If the rose was called thorn,
it would still be charming,
smelling ... still superb and elegant.
If the Devil called himself God,
this God would lose the grandeur
and he would hate to be called God ...?
If life were death,
it would still be desirable
and ardently dear ...
But if death were life,
would be vilified, rejected and
nobody would wish her
as a friend ...! ?
Categories:
tendentiously, allusion, appreciation, change, extended
Form: Prose Poetry