In the heart of Paris, where the Seine flows,
Under the shadow of ancient stones,
Friendship blooms like a wild rose,
In the gentle breeze that softly moans.

Cafés echo with laughter shared,
Stories spun through the night air,
In every corner, memories bared,
A tapestry woven with tender care.

Along cobblestone streets we roam,
In every step, we find our home,
Under the Eiffel’s watchful dome,
In friendship’s light, forever we comb.

Through seasons change, our spirits blend,
In every sunrise, another page penned,
Bound by a bond that will never end,
French friendship, a timeless trend.