In the quiet hush of that sacred hour,
I beheld my child, a budding flower,
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears in my eyes,
At the sight of a love that paints the skies.

Stunning and perfect, in my arms they lay,
A precious gift, a sunlit ray,
Envy whispered softly in hearts around,
As my heart swelled with joy profound.

Their presence, a masterpiece of grace,
A tiny miracle, a tender embrace,
In that moment, the world seemed to pause,
Captivated by a love without cause.

Envy’s gaze lingered, a shade of green,
Witnessing a beauty, a sight unseen,
But in my embrace, a treasure untold,
A love story waiting to unfold.

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

Envy’s whispers danced on the breeze,
Admiration growing beneath the trees,
For the precious gift I held so tight,
A beacon of love in the night.

As I gazed at my child, so small yet grand,
Envy’s whispers softened, admiration at hand,
For in their presence, a gift so rare,
A love so deep, beyond compare.