Beneath the Eiffel’s towering grace, we found
A love that whispers softly through the night,
In cobblestone streets where echoes sound,
Our hearts entwined in Paris’ gentle light.

The Seine reflects our dreams in rippling hues,
Each kiss a promise, tender and profound,
In every glance, a thousand words we choose,
To speak of love where time has no bound.

The scent of roses fills the moonlit air,
As we dance beneath the stars’ embrace,
In France, our love becomes a sacred prayer,
A timeless bond, no distance can erase.

And as the dawn paints skies in pastel tones,
We vow to cherish every fleeting hour,
For in the city of eternal stones,
Our love will bloom, a never-fading flower.