In the gentle sway of London rain,
Where cobblestones whisper your name,
A love like fog drifts through the lane,
In the heart of the city’s timeless frame.

By the Thames, where dreams align,
We walk beneath the silvered sky,
Hand in hand, your warmth divine,
As Big Ben’s chimes softly sigh.

Through ancient streets our spirits glide,
Wrapped in scarves of stories told,
In every glance, our worlds collide,
A tapestry of love unfolds.

With every breath, the past entwines,
Underneath the moon’s embrace,
British love, in misty signs,
Forever found in time and space.