In the glow of fifty candles bright, For Clare, whose spirit lights the night, At Ritzy's glam, where memories cling, We snogged and laughed, as though on wing. With besties close, we've shopped till late, Prosecco poured—a sparkling fate, Cocktails raised with laughter's cheer, Each moment savored, year by year. A thoughtful friend, though cook she's not, Her heart and warmth mean quite a lot, On weekends spent away from cares, We dance through life's enchanted fairs. Here's to Clare, with love's embrace, Our joyful journey, time can't erase.