In the twilight of a Spanish eve,Where the sun kisses the horizon goodbye,Whispers of love softly weave,Through the warm, gentle sighs.

Underneath the Andalusian sky,Our hearts dance to a timeless tune,A melody that will never die,Lit by the silver of the moon.

Amidst the olive trees we find,A love that echoes through the night,With every glance, our souls entwined,Our spirits taking flight.

In the embrace of the Spanish breeze,Our dreams and hopes take flight,A love story that never ceases,In the soft glow of the starlit night.