In the Romantic era's tender glow,

Rizal's words like rivers flow.

With passion's flame, his verses ignite,

A nation's yearning for freedom's light.

In fields of green and forests deep,

He found inspiration, where dreams could leap.

With quill in hand and heart on fire,

He penned tales of love and desire.

Beneath the moon's enchanting gaze,

He conjured visions of better days.

Through verses wrought with pain and grace,

He stirred the masses to embrace.

In Maria Clara's eyes, he saw the plight,

Of a people oppressed, longing for flight.

In her beauty, he found the soul,

Of a nation destined to be whole.

So let us cherish Rizal's art,

A poet's revolution from his heart.

In the Romantic era's tender embrace,

His legacy lives on, a beacon of grace.