
In stolen glances and held hands,
Love blooms in silent strands.
A bouquet offered with trembling grace,
Fingers tangled, heartbeats race.
Midnight drives, laughter's spark,
Kisses lit beneath the dark.
Bare arms, soft sighs, a meal made slow —
In simple things, deep passions grow.
Wander streets where Paris stands,
Two souls lost, still holding hands.
This isn't just romance, it's fate —
A love too full to ever wait
Love blooms in silent strands.
A bouquet offered with trembling grace,
Fingers tangled, heartbeats race.
Midnight drives, laughter's spark,
Kisses lit beneath the dark.
Bare arms, soft sighs, a meal made slow —
In simple things, deep passions grow.
Wander streets where Paris stands,
Two souls lost, still holding hands.
This isn't just romance, it's fate —
A love too full to ever wait