As through their valleys they strode
Facing turmoil and strife
Each traversing their own road
Not knowing their lot in life.

Struggle, it would prove to be
Onward and upward go
Through the darkness, hard to see
All but the loss and woe.

Atop the mountain was she
The sun upon her face
Asking, "Could  it truly be?"
She'd found her ideal place.

He climbed the final crest
All follies of the past
Emotions high in his chest
Deep sadness gone at last.

Vision of beauty he saw
He'd found his life long love
She'd be his wife, by law
Peace of heart, like a dove.

Not valley, nor dale, nor hill
Darkness, trouble nor pain
Compare to the calm and still
Of Love's Glorious reign.

Written by Kat WK