The Crest of the Hill

We climbed the incline slowly,
Hand in hand we made our way.
With even pace we sauntered,
Quiet pauses now and then,
Like a respite from the torrid heat
Of a midsummer day,
Just another peaceful stroll
Arm in arm with my best friend.

Now the hill has crested
Underneath our heavy soles.
The level road no longer hides
Our passions and our goals.
They all are stretched before us,
Ours to capture and fulfill.
I'm so thankful you are with me
On the crest of this, our hill.

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