In the heart of Berlin, where history breathes,
Lies a love so pure, it never deceives.
Amidst the cobblestones and ancient spires,
German love blooms, igniting desires.

Hand in hand, we wander through time,
In every whisper, a poetic rhyme.
From the Black Forest to the Rhine’s gentle flow,
Our hearts entwined, forever aglow.

The castles stand tall, reflecting our dreams,
In every stone, our love redeems.
Through seasons’ change, our bond remains,
A testament to love’s enduring chains.

Under the stars of a Munich night,
Our souls dance in the soft moonlight.
In the land of poets, our love does soar,
A German tale, forevermore.