In the gentle mist of an English dawn,
Where rolling hills and meadows play,
A quiet love begins to form,
In whispers soft, where hearts sway.

Beneath the oaks, old and wise,
Two souls find solace, hand in hand,
With every glance, a new sunrise,
In the heart of this cherished land.

As raindrops dance on cobblestones,
In cities where history breathes,
Their love grows strong, like ancient tones,
A melody that never leaves.

By the Thames, under stars so bright,
Their dreams sail on in endless streams,
In British love, they find their light,
A tapestry of woven dreams.