In the heart of Istanbul, where the Bosphorus flows,
Two souls meet under the ancient moon’s glow.
Their eyes speak the language of timeless tales,
In the land where East and West entwine, love never fails.

Amidst the bustling bazaars, their laughter rings,
Carried by the wind, like soft whispers of spring.
Hand in hand, they roam through time’s embrace,
Every glance a promise, every touch a trace.

Under the watchful minarets, they find their song,
A melody of passion, where they both belong.
In the dance of the dervish, their hearts revolve,
In the rhythm of love, their spirits dissolve.

As stars blanket the sky, they dream and sigh,
In a world painted with hues of love’s lullaby.
With each moment, they weave a tapestry of grace,
In the timeless city, their eternal love finds its place.