Under the moonlit skies of Spain,
Where passion flows like crimson wine,
Our hearts entwined in sweet refrain,
With every touch, our souls align.

In alleyways where shadows play,
We whisper secrets in the night,
The scent of roses in the air,
Our love, a never-ending flight.

Flamenco rhythms guide our feet,
A fervent dance of love and fire,
With every beat, our hearts repeat,
The song of Spanish love’s desire.

Beneath the stars, we find our place,
Two souls united, never to part,
In Spain’s embrace, we find our grace,
Forever bound by love’s sweet art.