Two lovers
A Tibetan Lama and a young lady
Where walking
Arm in arm
Kissing eachother gently
As they were going to
India
Where confronted
By bandits
They fought with the
Young lady’s lover
The Lama
When he was finished
He said “I love you Nebo, I always will”
She kissed him
And ran off to the mountains
And climbed until
There in the extreme cold
Nebo wept
In the snow
Until the cold done her in.