Friday, January 29, 2010

Roses

Early this morning I picked as many roses as I could and placed them all around the house. I love walking into a room that has a bunch of flowers, it just beckons you to sit a moment,

and roses remind me of this high school English recital

Juliet "O Romeo, Romeo, I wherefore art thou Romeo. Deny thy father, and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet"
Romeo "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
Juliet "Tis but thy name that is my enemy, Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would , were he not Romeo call'd. Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself"
Romeo "I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be baptiz'd, henceforth I never will be Romeo"

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