In whispers sweet, a phrase so pure and true,
"Je t'aime," love's refrain in tender verse.
Through every line, affection blooms anew,
A sonnet spun, emotions to immerse.
In French allure, the words softly dance,
Expressing love beyond what words convey.
A sonnet's grace, a fleeting, sweet romance,
"I love you," echoes in the poet's lay.
With every syllable, devotion flows,
In sonnet's rhythm, passion finds its voice.
"Je t'aime," a melody the heart knows,
An ode to love, where souls rejoice.
In sonnet's embrace, amour's flame ignites,
"Je t'aime," a vow that love invites.
