Her Hand

One day, her beauty caught my eye,
My heart raced, I knew I had to try.
I embarked on a climb, determined and bold,
To possess that treasure, worth more than gold.

Through hours, days, and years I climbed,
Each obstacle faced, each challenging time.
Bravely I persisted, refusing to yield,
My vision clear, my determination sealed.

Branches scratched, and winds did howl,
But onward I pressed, with a determined scowl.
Though I stumbled and fell along the way,
I rose again, undeterred, to seize the day.

For to give up now would be the worst sin,
So I pushed through the pain, with strength from within.
And finally, at the summit, my hand reached out,
To claim the prize, without a doubt.

Her hand clasps mine! that treasure so fine,
Such a rare find, a victory divine!
For in the journey, I found my worth,
And claimed the most beautiful thing on this earth.

 Copyright © Marty Couture