In the gentle sway of Andalucian nights,
Where moonlit paths weave tales of old,
Lovers dance in soft whispers and sighs,
Their hearts entwined in stories yet untold.

Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze,
Flamenco rhythms pulse through the air,
A melody of passion and grace,
Binding souls in a timeless affair.

The scent of oranges in the breeze,
Carries dreams of distant shores,
While serenades beneath the olive trees,
Speak of love that forever endures.

In the heart of every Spanish night,
A symphony of love plays on,
Etching moments in the tapestry of life,
Where Spanish love forever is drawn.