In the heart of the city, where steel meets the sky,
Love is carved in granite, unyielding and high.
Amidst the noise and bustling street,
Two souls find solace where their paths meet.
On benches of stone, under lamplightâs glow,
Whispers of affection in the night flow.
Their love, like concrete, stands the test of time,
In the urban jungle, itâs a rhythm, a rhyme.
Through seasons that change, yet their bond remains,
In the drizzle of rain, or summer’s warm grains.
With every touch, a promise to endure,
Their love, steadfast, infinitely pure.
On sidewalks they walk, hand in hand,
Building dreams on this solid land.
Concrete love, unbreakable and true,
In the heart of the city, it blooms anew.