Beneath the Eiffel’s shadow, where whispers cease,
The Seine flows softly, a lullaby of peace.
Shadows dance on cobblestones, with a silent grace,
In the heart of Paris, time leaves no trace.

The moonlight bathes the ancient streets,
With memories of love and bittersweet retreats.
The echoes of laughter now a distant past,
As the spirit of Paris breathes its last.

Roses wilt in Montmartre’s gentle embrace,
As lovers part with a final, tender trace.
The city of lights dims to a somber hue,
Embracing the night, bidding adieu.

In the quiet end of a Parisian night,
Death walks softly, cloaked in twilight.
A serenade to the city’s eternal rest,
The final chapter of a love confessed.