It was on a dusty mountain crest one night that she stood,
wondering if the world around her retained any good.
She had lost her father. She had almost lost her mind.
Thereafter she lost her job in the jungle most unkind.
But, it was up there that she saw him at that dusty peak.
It was love at first sight, though they would hardly speak.
He held her in his arms for the longest long time.
She kissed him on the cheek, though it might have been a crime.
And so, on that rocky mountain top the two there would stand-
two new found lovers - stood silent, hand in hand.
Gazing into the star lit night, darkness still on high,
filled with amazement, they breathed in a sigh.
They never wanted the time they had there to end.
Perhaps on a shooting star home a note they could send.
But, what would they tell their families? What could they say?
Would people understand them? It was this they did pray.
And so, it was on that peak that they built their small home-
vowing to each other from there never to roam.
And they're living there happily together to this day.
At least that is the rumor. It's the buzz that they say.