"The Instinctive Romantic"

The instinctive Romantic,
lives life like a dream.
Surprise his chief pleasure,
and Beauty his queen

He yet sees the magic
of the mountains and sea.
And a flying priest's chair,
he'll toast with fine mead!

Round the ocean Atlantic,
he wanders unseen.
Discovery his business,
yet his home is his means!

Sometimes he runs frantic,
his face long and lean,
but its never his measure,
for he laughs in between!

Oft lonely and tragic,
but always quite keen,
to fly through the air
or jump in a stream!

Oh adventurous antics,
and a boast unforeseen...
Rediscovered the lessons
of the Apostolic See!

And so I shall pray,
lest I become quite the manic,
Oh Lord, may I say,
make me an instinctive Romantic!