In the soft glow of Parisian night,
Lovers stroll by the Seine’s gentle flow,
With whispered dreams and hearts alight,
Their souls dance in the twilight’s glow.

Amidst the fragrant blooms of spring,
Hand in hand, they wander through,
In every kiss, a song they sing,
A melody of love, pure and true.

Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze,
Promises whispered in the breeze,
In love’s embrace, they find their ways,
Their spirits intertwined with ease.

Oh, Paris, cradle of romance sweet,
Where love’s tender flame never dies,
In every corner, their hearts meet,
Bound by the magic of French skies.