City lights are painting the view,

Whispers of the night come softly through.

A gentle breeze, a quiet tone,

Up here, I never feel alone.

The world below feels far away,

Up on this balcony, we’ll stay.

Balcony conversations, where time stands still,

Under the stars, we feel the thrill.

Sharing dreams, a laugh, a sigh,

In this open-air haven, we touch the sky.

Chilled glasses, stories unfold,

Moments of silver, memories of gold.

We talk of plans, and let them soar,

Each word a bridge to something more.

The world below feels far away,

Up on this balcony, we’ll stay.

Balcony conversations, where time stands still,

Under the stars, we feel the thrill.

Sharing dreams, a laugh, a sigh,

In this open-air haven, we touch the sky.

The hum of the city, a distant tune,

Lanterns glowing, beneath the moon.

These fleeting moments, they hold us tight,

Our secret stories in the quiet night.

Balcony conversations, where time stands still,

Under the stars, we feel the thrill.

Sharing dreams, a laugh, a sigh,

In this open-air haven, we touch the sky.

And as the night begins to fade,

This sacred space we’ve softly made,

Will linger on, a gentle spark,

A memory of our balcony after dark.

Balcony conversations

Balcony conversations