Alba.
In
you dear Alba,
I
see so many sunrises,
Time
stood still
Before
your beauty.
Daughter
of the love,
Sister
to hope,
Mother
of life everlasting.
Alba
my dear one,
Who
could have
Known,
or seen
All
the prettiness
You
could dream?
On
the night before
Christmas,
you shared with me,
True
light, True love,
A
perfect grace
Smiling
in beauty's face.
And
now life will move on,
Forever
in my Alba's song...
A poem inspired by the story,
The Time Traveler's Wife.
FILM.
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