Beneath the Paris moon, whispers dance,
Love’s gentle glow in a fleeting glance.
Cobblestone paths where hearts align,
Each step echoes a rhythmic sign.
In cafes where lovers silently speak,
Words unspoken, yet never weak.
The scent of roses, sweet and rare,
Perfume the night with tender care.
Under the Eiffel, dreams take flight,
Stars above reflect love’s pure light.
Hands entwined in timeless embrace,
Lost in the magic of this sacred place.
French love, a melody soft and true,
A dance of souls, forever new.
In every corner, love’s story grows,
As the City of Light eternally glows.