Molehill - Sonnet

My true love was always afraid of heights
At first refused to soar above the land
But I wanted her to see all the sights
She tensely followed when I held her hand

Where we climbed the fields above rolling hills
Walked a winding path that led to the top
While taking our time she felt all the thrills
When we climbed the highest point and would stop

As her nerves calmed, she enjoyed all the views
Where we sat on the soft grass a deep green
With the gorgeous sky now her only blues
And the world below a sight never seen

Often these mountains are just in our mind
But slowly conquered one step at a time