Urban Romance

Urban Romance

In the city, where the streets are alive,
With the rhythm of the people and the sound of the night.
There's a feeling that I can't deny,
A connection that makes everything feel just right.

She walks down the street with her head held high,
Her smile lighting up the world around.
She's got a spirit that can never die,
And a heart that's pure and true and sound.

We walk together, hand in hand,
Through the city streets, where we both belong.
Our love is a flame that will never die,
A fire that will keep burning strong.

So let's dance in the city lights tonight,
And let our love be the shining star.
For in this moment, we'll feel so right,
Together, in this urban romance, we'll never be apart.

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