In the valleys where the sun meets the rice fields,
There blooms a love that time cannot yield.
With whispers of the wind in Ilocano’s tongue,
A song of love so pure, forever sung.
Beneath the shadow of the ancient trees,
Two hearts beat as one with effortless ease.
Their love, a rhythm, steady and true,
A timeless dance, just me and you.
Across the rivers and over the hills,
Through life’s trials and countless thrills,
Our bond strengthens with each passing day,
In Ilocano words, we find our way.
Forever etched in the sands of time,
A love story in Ilocano rhyme.
With every sunrise and every moonâs glow,
Our love continues to grow and grow.