Claire

Claire

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

If I could give you anything, it would be the promise that there will always be a romantic movie at your disposal, and a good book in your hand.

I am grateful to have witnessed the way your blue eyes light up at the thought of first kisses and yellow scarves.

You are a friend to the past,

a lover of the vintage.

I am not claiming to be a fortune teller, but I predict that your future will be full of coffee stained notebook pages and quiet little glances that can easily be taken for granted.

I cannot give you everything. I cannot give you even half of what you deserve.

But I can promise that I will always have a place for you; that I will always think of you when I order chocolate croissants and when I secretly tuck movie ticket stubs into my purse.

Isn't it wonderful, to give love freely, and with the confidence that you will receive it back?

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