In the heart of the city, where dreams intertwine,
The whispers of history in the air softly shine.
Underneath the gaze of the ancient Eiffel Tower,
Love blooms like roses in the sweet spring hour.
The Seine flows gently, a ribbon of grace,
Reflecting the lights that dance on its face.
By the banks, artists gather, their spirits set free,
With colors that echo the soul of the city.
In the shadow of Montmartre, where bohemians thrived,
The echoes of laughter and passion survived.
The brush of Van Gogh whispers through alleys, his colors ablaze,
As the cafés hum softly with stories of days.
From the steps of the Sacré-Cœur, a view like no other,
The city unfolds, a sister, a mother.
Streets lined with history, each corner a tale,
Of lovers and poets, their dreams set to sail.
The aroma of pastries wafts through the air,
With croissants golden, and pain au chocolat sweet,
In the heart of Le Marais, where the trendy meet,
Fashion and culture, a vibrant display,
Where the past dances lightly with the pulse of today.
Through the halls of the Louvre, where the masters reside,
With Mona Lisa smiling, her secrets to bide.
The Venus de Milo stands proud, a timeless embrace,
In the realm of the art, there’s no need for a race.
As night falls, the city ignites with a glow,
The Champs-Élysées sparkles, a luminous show.
Beneath the stars, lovers stroll hand in hand,
In this magical city, where dreams understand.
With each cobblestone whisper, each shadow that plays,
The spirit of Paris lives on through the days.
A tapestry woven with laughter and tears,
In the heart of its beauty, the soul perseveres.