Eiffelturm

In Paris, city of love and light,
Stands proud the Eiffel, a towering sight.
With iron grace it reaches high,
Touching the clouds, painting the sky.

A symbol of beauty, a beacon of hope,
Its intricate lattice a marvel to scope.
At dawn it gleams, at dusk it glows,
A timeless silhouette as evening flows.

Below its spire, lovers embrace,
Their whispers carried by the breeze with grace.
Tourists marvel, cameras in hand,
Capturing moments that forever stand.

Eiffel, your stature stands so tall,
A testament to dreams that enthrall.
In every glance, in every gleam,
You hold Paris within your steel beam.

@R.S