In the warmth of a Spanish night,
Where stars dance in whispered delight,
Hearts entwine in a tender embrace,
Under the moonâs soft, silvery lace.
The guitar strums a gentle tune,
Echoes of passion beneath the moon,
The rhythm of love, a timeless song,
In this place where we belong.
The scent of roses fills the air,
As lovers stroll without a care,
Hand in hand, their spirits free,
In the heart of Spain, eternally.
A dance of souls in shadows deep,
Promises made, secrets to keep,
In the land where loveâs eternal flame,
Burns brightly, forever the same.