In Lisbon’s streets, with cobblestones so fair,
I walked with thee, my love, in hand so tight,
For years we spoke of Portugal’s grand air,
And now, beneath the Iberian light.
Evora’s ancient charm, we did explore,
Its history whispered through the aged stones,
In narrow lanes, we strolled forevermore,
Alentejo’s warm touch, love truly shone.
But Sintra’s beauty, like a dream untold,
With castles fair, and forests darkly green,
In your warm smile, my heart it did enfold,
Throughout Pena’s Palace, our love was seen.
For years we talked, and now our dreams have soared,
Under Portugal’s spell, our hearts adored.
Hayden Coombs 