Beneath the shadow of the towering peaks,
Where the winds carry ancient tales,
Our love was born in the sacred valleys,
Amongst the rhododendron trails.

The rivers sang our love’s sweet song,
In melodies that time can’t erase,
We danced with joy, our hearts in sync,
In the embrace of nature’s grace.

Through the terraced fields we wandered,
Hand in hand, with dreams anew,
The mountains witnessed our secret vows,
In a sky so clear and blue.

As the stars adorned the night,
And the world was hushed and still,
Our love, like the ancient Himalayas,
Endures with an unwavering will.