In my village where the rivers gleam,
Love runs wild like a golden dream.
No chains, no rules, no world to please,
Just open skies and whispering trees.

You came barefoot through fields of grain,
Your laughter soft as morning rain.
Not bound by time, nor fear, nor vow,
But free in heart — as we are now.

The mountain echoes our secret call,
That love is freedom after all.
No walls divide, no borders stay,
Our souls take flight where the eagles play.

Beneath the neem, we build our nest,
Not to possess, but to be blessed.
For love that’s free is pure and strong,
It needs no cage, no right or wrong.

The world may chase its fleeting fame,
But freedom’s fire will keep our flame.
We dance where rivers kiss the shore,
And promise nothing — yet give much more.

Your eyes, a map of the boundless blue,
Reflect the sky my spirit flew.
Through seasons, storms, and changing lands,
We walk as one — with open hands.

No crown, no claim, no tethered soul,
Just love that makes the broken whole.
In this free world, beneath the sun,
Two souls are many, yet truly one.