Hills

To be in love. Her heart was a hill that I climbed with slippery soles. To be still in the moments of encouragement. I'd slide down unable to catch my footing. I acknowledge that I wasn't dressed for the occasion. Still persisting to climb. To be in love. The valley of dream & hope. I tied my shoes tighter. My hands filled with grit and grass. No matter how hard I tried I constantly slid down. The sky a beautiful mix of orange and blue. Her love was a sight I longed to see. The meadow to low to catch the best view. Everything she has to offer. I tossed through mud and dirt. Learning patience in every attempt, the closer I got. She'd open her arms wide. And each time I'll fall face first. Still determined I didn't cease to stop. I spent a lot of time there. Lost in a valley of fog. To afraid to ask for help. Scared that my secret valley would no longer be my own. That everything serene. Everything that I loved would be modernized, torn apart piece by piece. No matter how many times I slip. No matter how many times I fall. I love everything , Still persisting to climb. Learning patience with each step