I climbed up on the mountain, looking for a place to find
Where I could take and just kick back, a spot to go unwind.
The air was thin, and it was cold and also very clear,
And high up on this mountain, to God I did feel near.
Out here in this wilderness, so close to Heavens gate,
The quiet, peace and solitude helps me to contemplate.
As big, fat, fluffy snowflakes, start falling from the sky,
I wonder what it would be like to be loved and so adored before I die.
I need someone to care about me, someone thoughtful and kind,
Someone who realizes I am always on his mind;
A man to take and hold my hand and walk with me through life,
Going through its ups and downs, and dealing with its strife.
A person to grow old with, as we wrinkle and turn gray,
Someone to snuggle in the night, until my dying day.
Maybe to find this one to love is not to be my fate,
But I am hopelessly romantic, so patiently I wait.
The sun is setting in the west; theres just a hint of pink.
The time flew by, as here I stopped to sit awhile to think.
Dusk is quickly falling; the Northern star shines in the sky,
To signal me that it is time to bid this place goodbye.
As I climb down from the mountain, the cold wind nips my nose.
Im a little sad to leave this place that helped me to compose.
I was touched by all the beauty I saw up here today,
And my heart and soul are happy that I took the time to stay.
Submitted: February 9, 2001
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