In the quiet embrace of that sacred hour,
I beheld my child, a blooming flower,
Filled with awe, moved to tears,
At the sight of a love that erases fears.

Beauty wrapped in innocence and grace,
A tiny miracle, a heavenly trace,
Envy whispered softly in the hearts nearby,
As my heart overflowed with a joyous cry.

Their eyes, a reflection of stars above,
A soul so pure, a beacon of love,
In that moment, the world stood still,
Captivated by a bond no words could fill.

Envy’s shadow danced in the corner of sight,
Witnessing a gift, a pure light,
But in my arms, a treasure untold,
A love story waiting to unfold.

I held my child close, a wonder so dear,
Their presence a melody to my ear,
Emotions surged in a symphony divine,
In the presence of a love so fine.

Envy’s gaze lingered, admiration grew,
For the precious gift I knew,
A child so beautiful, a love so wild,
A blessing that left all beguiled.

As I gazed at my child, a love so pure,
Envy’s whispers softened, admiration sure,
For in their beauty, a gift so rare,
A love so deep, beyond compare.