Amidst the city's lively hue,
A man stands, lost in thought,
His gaze fixed upon the view,
Of Paris' symbol, wrought.
The Eiffel Tower stands tall,
Its lights a shining show,
A beacon, bright and beautiful,
A sight that can aglow.
The man, with heart full of dreams, Looks on,
in awe and love, Its beauty, so serene, A symbol from above.
The night sky dark and still,
The city's sounds far away, Yet in this moment, he feels, That nothing could go astray.
For here, alone and free, He finds a peace within, His soul at ease, so carefree, With Paris' light to grin.
So let the Eiffel Tower be, A symbol of love's fire, And may this night, and every, Inspire the man's desire.
