Will you still be there when I’m in my winter years,
Always near, like breath in the frigid air?
Will you glide your fingers as skis through my frost of hair,
Warming the chill that settles there?
Stay with me, through this blizzard unending.
Will you rest your head upon my chest and melt my heart?
Promise me, unlike snow, we will never drift apart.
Your love—an avalanche that only grows deeper,
Yet within its weight, I find my shelter.
In life’s December, let us lie buried together.
