Beneath the ancient oaks of Hyde Park, we strolled,
Hand in hand, as stories of old
Whispered through the cool, crisp air;
Love blossomed, unspoken, yet there.
The Thames flowed with secrets untold,
Under bridges where our hearts were bold;
The city’s lights danced in your eyes,
Reflecting dreams and starry skies.
In cozy pubs, with laughter’s cheer,
We found a love that’s pure and clear;
Moments shared in the British rain,
Bound by joy, free from pain.
As Big Ben’s chimes marked the time,
Our love grew, a rhythm, a rhyme;
British love, so tender and true,
Forever, my dear, me and you.