Iron Lattice Majesty

In iron lacework, a tower ascends, A lattice of dreams, where art transcends, The Eiffel's grandeur, a blueprint's might, A symphony of steel, in morning light. The arches soar, a gentle curve, A pathway to the heavens, we observe, The intricate web, a masterpiece, A testament to human ingenuity's release. In lines and curves, a story's told, Of Gustave Eiffel's vision, bold and cold, A monument to progress and art, A fusion of form, a beating heart. The tower stands, a sentinel of old, A guardian of dreams, where stories unfold, In its metal lattice, a beauty lies, A reflection of the human spirit's sighs.