You’ll Be Here

When the ice is as thick

as an ice-maiden’s shtick

and the sky is as grey

as Sam Beckett’s lost playand
the wind is as keen

as a miser is mean

and the winter’s as deep

as philosopher’s sleep,

you’ll be here for the ride

with a smile as wide and as warm

as a schoolgirls’ dorm

with a cuddle as close

as warm, buttered toast,

with a laugh as out loud

as a sky without cloud,

with a love as intense

as the sky is immense:

you’ll be here by my side