In the heart of Berlin’s gentle night,
Where whispers dance on the chilly breeze,
Lovers find warmth beneath the pale moonlight,
Wrapped in stories only the heart sees.

Through cobblestone streets, their laughter flows,
Echoes of love in Cologne’s embrace,
A symphony of dreams that gently grows,
Painting the skies with a tender trace.

Beneath the shadow of ancient spires,
Their souls entwine, a timeless art,
In the glow of Heidelberg’s fires,
Their love ignites a passionate heart.

As Munich’s stars softly align,
They find solace in each other’s gaze,
Bound by a love both pure and divine,
A German love that forever stays.