It Is Time
Looking in the mirror,
Who is it she sees?
Is it her?
No longer the young girl,
But someone more mature,
More grown up,
So very beautiful.
Loved by so many,
Love returned many times over,
Loves all with passion.
A crystal ball on her dresser,
Reflecting the past, the future, all.
A crystal vision, so clear,
But not for all to see.
The Albatross takes flight,
Wings spread wide open,
Drifting on winds currents,
A journey undertaken,
Coming for her.
It is time for a change,
Bring her to the one,
The one she is meant to be with.
They both have waited so long,
It is time
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