In Lisbon’s heart, where golden sunsets kiss,
A tapestry of beauty softly weaves,
Pastel hues embrace each cobbled street’s bliss,
Where ancient tales still whisper through the leaves.
From Belem’s tower to Alfama’s grace,
The city’s soul in fado’s notes reside,
With saudade’s touch, emotions interlace,
In labyrinthine alleys, dreams abide.
The Tagus flows, an elegant blue thread,
As castle walls preserve this sacred space,
Where azulejos tell tales widely spread,
Of sailors’ voyages and love’s embrace.
It is Lisbon’s charm that I long to share,
This is my purpose, se Deus quiser.
Hayden Coombs 