Beneath the ancient oaks we wander,
Hand in hand through misty moors,
Where whispers of the past still linger,
In tales of love that time adores.

The cobblestones echo our gentle steps,
As we stroll through charming lanes,
With every glance, a secret kept,
In the dance of sun and rains.

Underneath the starlit skies,
Dreams unfold in quiet grace,
In your eyes, the moonlight lies,
Reflecting love’s tender embrace.

In gardens where the roses bloom,
And the air is sweet with song,
Our hearts find solace in the room,
Where British love forever belongs.