I wouldn’t dare call this romance

That word has no use here

What we have is saucier than France

But not filled with as many tears

The term I want to use now

Only has meaning from your lips

Not from comparing it to cows

To storms or even to long road trips

Nothing can compare to our love, babe

I apologize for doing so for so long

If poetry is all about comparisons, I’ll change

I’ll re-write those stupid wrongs