In the heart of the Romantic era's embrace,

Stood Rizal, a poet with courage and grace.

With quill in hand and passion in his soul,

He penned verses that echoed, that took their toll.

Amidst the whispers of longing and desire,

He stoked the flames of a nation on fire.

In each line, he wove a tale of love and pain,

A reflection of struggles, a hope to regain.

In the gardens of exile, far from his land,

He yearned for freedom, he took a stand.

Through sonnets and ballads, he spoke of the fight,

For justice and dignity, in the darkest of night.

In the arms of his beloved, he found his muse,

Her beauty a reminder, of the land they'd lose.

In her eyes, he saw the dreams of his kin,

A vision of a future where freedom would win.

So let us honor Rizal, in words and in deed,

For the legacy he left, for the lives he did lead.

In the Romantic era's embrace, he stood tall,

A poet, a patriot, inspiring one and all.