In the heart of Parisian streets, we wander free,
Beneath the Eiffel’s watchful eye, you and me.
With laughter echoing in quaint cafes,
Our bond grows stronger with each passing day.

Through cobblestone alleys and art-lined walls,
We share secrets by the Seine, where the water falls.
The language of friendship needs no translation,
In every smile, we find our celebration.

Amidst lavender fields and Provence’s embrace,
The essence of our camaraderie finds its place.
With every toast of Bordeaux’s finest wine,
Our spirits intertwine, forever divine.

From dawn to dusk, across the French domain,
Our friendship endures, like an endless refrain.
No matter the miles, or the years that pass by,
In the realm of French friendship, we always fly.