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"What's In A Name?"
I love the name by which you are known –
the syllables that capture only partly
Shakespeare whispers in my ear
that you would be as sweet
were you recognized by any other name –
but I think the word that is you
rolls of the earth's tongue,
and who's melody when said out loud
tickles against the ease of your presence
and gives a title to your story.
A word is nothing more than an invention,
yet the one destined to you
was created before man's first tool.
Perhaps the poet was right when he questioned the gravity of a given name,
but to be quite honest my friend – silence compliments your beauty just the same.
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