In the quiet whispers of a bygone age,
Where candlelight dances on worn, wooden floors,
Lives a story, timeless and sage,
Etched in the hearts, forevermore.

The carriages clatter down cobblestone streets,
Laden with tales of romance and grace,
Each moment a memory, the soul it meets,
A gentle caress on time’s tender face.

Through gardens blooming with roses rare,
Under the gaze of the moon’s soft glow,
Lovers wander, lost in their own affair,
As the stars in the night sky, their secrets bestow.

In the echoes of laughter, in melodies fine,
The essence of classic life does reside,
A world where the past and present entwine,
In the embrace of history, forever allied.