Beneath the crescent moonâs soft glow,
Two hearts entwined in the ancient streets,
Where the Bosphorus whispers secrets low,
And love in Istanbul breathes and beats.
Through bazaars filled with fragrant spice,
Amidst the call of the muezzinâs song,
Their eyes meet, a moment twice,
A connection pure, eternally strong.
Hand in hand, they journey through,
Gardens where tulips bloom in spring,
By the Blue Mosqueâs tranquil view,
Their souls united, hearts take wing.
In this land where East meets West,
Their love, a story timeless, true,
A Turkish love, forever blessed,
In Istanbul, where dreams renew.