a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

what is your name? what’s in a name? why do you call me anything? why do you call me at all? it seems you don’t like it, this, whatever i wonder and i ask because i don’t know, and i would like to know, what you get from this. sighing gets me nowhere, it just gives me away, and no-one likes a taddle-tale.