In the heart of Paris, spirit dances with flair,
A girl's enchantment fills the vibrant air.
Her eyes, like stars, reflect the city's glow,
A muse of beauty wherever she may go.

In a bustling market, she enters with grace,
Eyes bright, a smile on her face.
She picks each fruit with utmost care,
A medley of colors, a feast so rare.

The girl with flowers in her hand,
Radiates beauty, like a blooming wonderland.
Her charm enchants, like petals kissed by the sun,
A floral muse, in the City of Love, she's the one.

Her spirit dances in the City of Love,
Like the Eiffel Tower, reaching for the skies above.