Reach the Top

You’re like climbing a mountain.

It’s difficult, not wanting to put the effort.

It’s tiring, I just want to give up.

It gets boring, no beautiful colors to see.

Falling,

Itching to get words out.

It hurts to go through it.

But when I reach the top of the mountain of yours,

You are beautiful,

Your colors are gorgeous.

It’s cool, no heat scorching down on me.

I feel close to you.

I am alive with you.

We will climb this mountain together.

We will view what is ahead of us.

We will reach the top.