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What a frantic romantic

Making stubborn decisions

Their heart’s so gigantic

It’s blocking their vision

Their feats though great

Are the peak of spontaneous

Believing in fate,

But quite momentaneous

Led by emotion

With clouds in their brain

They like flowers and letters and walking in rain

Swooned by devotion

Defenseless to pain

They spend hours and hours with nothing to gain

What a frantic romantic

Acting like like a clown

Caught up in their antics

On an endless playground

Their compelling affection

Is the greatest delivery

They’ll change your objection

With remarkable chivalry

Luck from a clover

If they see you and fall

They care very deeply or don’t care at all

It soon could be over

So give it your all

Their love is so grand, they laugh at the small

What a frantic romantic

Their love can be fleeting

Their baffling semantics

Leave you alone bleeding

And I always swore

I’d keep a fair distance

But that was before

I knew their persistence