The rose would smell as sweet?

A rose by any other name would heal your heart?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still have thorns
Ready to pierce your skin and leave you hating it,
Yet desperately wanting it back.

A rose by any other name would be as beautiful?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still be painted with hurt
And tourture you as you looked upon it,
Yet leave you wanting to see it again.

A rose by any other name would smell a sweet?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still attract bees
Which fend you off and make you flee,
But leave you comming back for more.

A rose by any other name would still be a rose?
Why yes.
But love by any other name would still be love?
Why no, it would falsely wear you down with its pretending,
But make you come back, anxiously awaiting its next lies.