In the Heart of Istanbul

In the heart of the night, under the moon's soft gaze,

In dreams where the stars and our memories blaze.

Wandering through streets where our whispers once fell,

In the heart of the city, where our spirits still dwell.

The Bosphorus whispers tales old and new,

Under its waves, our stories imbue.

A longing deep, where east meets the west,

In Istanbul's arms, our souls find rest.

Through narrow alleys and bustling bazaars,

Our love, a hidden constellation of stars.

Each moment a treasure, in time's gentle flow,

In this city of contrasts, our affections grow.

The call of the seagulls, the scent of the sea,

Brings back the days, you were here with me.

Yet even in absence, your essence stays near,

In every sunset, your whispers I hear.

Our love, a tale, as timeless as the tide,

In the heart of Istanbul, we eternally reside.

A bond unbroken by distance or time,

In the melody of the city, our hearts chime.