In the heart of Parisian dawn,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
Cobblestone streets carry whispers
Of a life so tender, so divine.
The scent of croissants fills the air,
Lovers by the Seine, hearts laid bare,
A painterâs brush on canvas sways,
Capturing fleeting, golden days.
Through vineyards lush and lavender fields,
Provence’s secrets softly yield,
Each village tells a timeless story,
Of passion, art, and quiet glory.
Beneath the Eiffel’s evening glow,
Where laughter dances, soft and slow,
French life, a tapestry so grand,
Embraces all within its hand.