Never Change

A rose by any other name
Could be a big hairy dog
Looking in the mirror
Seeing nothing but the fog
Putting your arm right out there
Till your hand has disappeared
And never actually seeing
When the fog has even cleared.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. - Thomas Merton