Romantic Movement

As a Prelude to everything

Everything that existed between us

I understand now

Ours was The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

In hindsight

I could have Keats you

You should have Shelley me

But what’s the Wordsworth of all this now?

When you can’t Coleridge to me

And I can’t Blake to you

However sad and painful it may be

Nevertheless we owe this to our love

We should finally say Byron to each other