I have never been satisfied,

Always reaching for the sky.

That was until I got lost

In those dreamy, starry eyes.

Our dreams and our hearts never rest—

“Avec toi, chaque jour est une aventure,”

Your lips, always soft and tender.

I’ll meet you under the Eiffel’s light,

Shining brighter than anything, anyone tonight.

Whispers of sweet nothings

float in the breeze—

If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be chasing my dreams.

Your hand in mine, love unfolding along the Seine.

“A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry,”

So there will you find me, in a cozy Parisian café,

Sipping my coffee, dreaming of you.

My thoughts turn into words,

Becoming love notes scribbled on postcards—

Every moment, I’ll be thinking of you.

Our hearts and our love will always be timeless,

Never at rest until,

“Notre amour est un poème écrit sur chaque rue pavée.”

Paris awaits you—

My art, my passion,

Your love, your ambition.

I’ll wait for you,

To create new pages in our endless love story.

Remember,

“Tu es mon chez-moi, peu importe où nous sommes.”