London christmas glow
Next came London, bustling and bright,
Wrapped in the glow of the City's light.
On Friday at Gaucho’s, dressed elegant and true,
They dined by candlelight, the world just them two.
Then Saturday, evening dress, hearts quietly thrilled,
They stepped into splendour with cabaret billed —
The Christmas Royal, with music and flame,
A night dressed in wonder, glamour, and name.
Then laughter grew warm — her birthday revealed,
Anita invited where the spotlights spilled.
On the stage she was welcomed in birthday song,
A moment of magic she’ll carry lifelong.
By Sunday they wandered where art proudly stays,
Through the V&A’s halls of timeless displays.
No longer just moments, the city, the night —
But love, settling gently, perfectly right.