There are romantic poets
Who are so optimistic
Who are so prismatic
Who are so vibrant
Who are so ebuillient
What makes them serene
What makes them seamless
What makes them a foil
What makes them a soil
What makes them a coil
What makes them a boil
What makes them a toil
Is it a new blood
It is a new breed
Is it a new bard
Is it a new bond
Is it a new bind
Is it a new agony
Is it a new honey
Is it a new money
It has nothing to do with romance
It was just a reflection of romance
By everything entangled to them
By everything entwined by them
By everything ebbing around them
Bards and ballards
They are conjugal to each other
They are covariant to each other
Let there be beams
Benign to the bards and ballads
Beyond the blissful beehives
Buoyant to the binary billboards
