In a café by the Seine, we met by chance,
Two hearts, two souls, in a fleeting glance.
With smiles that spoke in silent prose,
Our friendship blossomed like a rose.

Through cobblestone streets, we wandered free,
Sharing secrets beneath the Eiffel’s spree.
Laughter echoed in the Parisian air,
A bond so rare, so true, so fair.

From Montmartre’s heights to Louvre’s art,
We built a world, a work of heart.
Strolling by the river’s gentle flow,
Our spirits danced in twilight’s glow.

Now miles apart, yet close we stay,
In memories of that French café.
A friendship aged like a fine wine,
Timeless, pure, forever divine.