Love In The Valley

Great is the comely feeling
That brings the meeting
Of these vivacious souls
Gazing at the crown to soles
With boisterous eyes
That see not the ice
But feels and move by its coldness
Bringing the inexplicable boldness
Embracing nervousness in glee
Making the mind not free
As the band remains strong
With a sonorous voice and a song
Like that of a beautiful Nightingale
Hovering around with its fine tale

The mountains and hills
Halt not pleasant thrills
Exuding from the twin minds
Knitted by these strong binds
That keep the longing hearts
Within the valley of darts
Only to fall prey
When none pray
And all I see is a valley
Surrounded by an ally
In my celebrated El dorado