A rose which is a rose is not rose
   when it hides with calyx green its bright delight,
   to keep it safe through the long dark night.
   Do I speak convincing you?

   No? This rose, then - which is a rose -
   is not rose; not unless rose be gilded dun,
   unless rose be marigold dust from gardens overrun,
   unless rose be full familiar with your curls.

   This rose, then, which is a tulip -
   is not rose; not unless rose be polarbear furs,
   unless the cherry blossoms do be deceivers,
   and have not that which is the quality of your skin.

   This rose which is a violet
   is not rose; not unless rose be skies,
   unless rose be the color of your eyes:
   as rose is a river drenched in the fallen sun.

   You are a rose which is not a rose,
   and are not colored rose; not unless rose be


   you're blushing.