to a girl I’ve watched grow
I remember a night
drinking camomille tea on a terrae
the stray dogs on the way to the hotel
even then I knew who you were,
who you’d become
who’d shine in the starlight.
Granted, if you’d known then
you would become a brewer’s wife,
I think you’d hesitate.
Yet given the tenderness in his eyes,
the love that reigs between you two?
I’d think even today
you’d say yes.