The Valley Of The Lover Poem by loic 'nexus' ekinga

Sometimes at night, in the quiet of the valley, gently he lies. He gazes at the stars and sends kisses to them as they respond in their lively beam. Until at the hour he presses his eyes against the grass, he remembers how her smile was the light of her face.

He believed that all the time he shared his heart in pieces, she took the biggest part of his feelings. Until the rain poured on the valley and was mixed in roses with dust, the recipe to kiss her lips became prejudice to his soul.

Sometimes at night came the end where he began. The early animals slept late and under the wet sand mounted a frangrance of loneliness and pain. He felt infinity in his bones as he stood in front of the mirror. The image of her standing behind him was virtual enough to make his back sweat as around his waist, only the scent of her arms hovered....

He therefore sits on his bed, holding his head and realizes that he let his heart control it, therefore his head is also broken as the sun slowly rises and breaks the horizon, he inhales one last time the heaviness of his loneliness
For this will just be another sad day, a sad day in the valley of the lover.