A latticework of iron, against the clouds so high.
The Eiffel Tower, a beacon in the night,
A testament to beauty, a symbol of pure might.
From humble beginnings, a bold and daring dream,
To stand as Paris' jewel, an architectural gleam.
A thousand twinkling lights, a tapestry of stars,
A silhouette against the moon, it sets hearts ablaze with scars.
From lovers' whispers, to artists' inspired gaze,
It captures fleeting moments, in countless, timeless ways.
A canvas for the city, a frame for history's grace,
A constant in the changing world, a timeless, sacred space.
The wind sings through its girders, a symphony of steel,
As lovers climb its steps, their dreams and passions reveal.
The city sprawls beneath it, a tapestry of life,
And in its shadow, memories unfold, in endless, joyful strife.
So raise a glass to Eiffel, a marvel of the age,
A testament to human spirit, upon its iron stage.
A symbol of our dreams, our hopes, and our desires,
A monument to love, forever setting hearts afire.