In the quiet realm of that miraculous hour,
I met my child, a blossom in full flower,
Overwhelmed by emotion, tears freely shed,
At the sight of a love that painted the world red.

Stunning and perfect, nestled in my embrace,
A gift so divine, a vision of grace,
Envy stealthily crept into hearts all around,
As my soul sang with joy unbound.

Their presence, a tapestry woven with light,
A tiny miracle, a beacon so bright,
In that instant, time seemed to stand still,
Enraptured by a love that could never chill.

Envy’s whispers floated on the breeze,
Captivated by a beauty that put hearts at ease,
Yet in my arms, a treasure so dear,
A love story unfolding year after year.

I held my child close, a treasure untold,
Their laughter a melody, pure and bold,
Emotions swirled in a dance so divine,
In the aura of a love that would eternally shine.

Envy’s gaze lingered, admiration grew,
For the miracle I held, a love so true,
A child so stunning, a gift so rare,
A love that left all in awe, beyond compare.

As I beheld my child, a love so pure,
Envy’s whispers softened, admiration sure,
For in their beauty, a gift so fine,
A love so deep, like aged wine.