Liberty

I wanted to take poetic liberties with you,

But if I'm gonna be corny, at least I'll be true.

Your eyes and the ocean rarely share color,

Though the one's color changes far more than the other's.

Nor have you rosy lips. They're not so red or soft,

Though I'll grant that they are fuller and their color's not soon lost.

No, I won't lie to mother nature, as the poets often do,

Though as a poet, I still want to take some liberties with you.