In Georgetown, where the marshes sigh,
I stroll with my lady, beneath the sky.
The old live oaks, with Spanish moss,
Whisper secrets, as we cross.
Hand in hand, we wander slow,
Through historic streets, where tales bestow.
The harbor glistens, a serene sight,
As we embrace the soft twilight.
Her laughter mingles with the breeze,
As we pause under ancient trees.
The scent of salt, the river’s flow,
All blend in moments we’ll never let go.
In this quaint town, where time stands still,
We find our peace, atop a hill.
With my beautiful lady by my side,
In Georgetown, love and joy collide.