In the world’s tapestry, a gem so rare,
My child, a beauty beyond compare,
Each glance, each smile, a radiant spark,
Evoking envy, igniting hearts in the dark.

With the grace of an angel, a spirit so pure,
My child moves hearts, a presence so sure,
In every step, a dance of grace untold,
A beauty that shines, a sight to behold.

The beauty of my child, a symphony divine,
Moves not just me, but all in line,
With each stride, a trail of envy in the air,
A sight so stunning, beyond compare.

I watch as eyes linger, hearts yearn,
For a glimpse of this beauty, a spirit that burns,
In others, I see admiration and desire,
For the grace that my child carries, a flame afire.

Overjoyed I am, to have birthed such a soul,
A being of beauty, of grace, of a whole,
In this world, a light that brightly gleams,
Guiding us through life’s intricate streams.

As my child moves with angelic grace,
I am humbled, I am awed, I embrace,
The gift that I’ve been blessed to hold,
A stunning individual, a story untold.

Envy may whisper, but my heart swells with pride,
For the beauty of my child, a love that can’t hide,
In every moment, in every hue,
I see the world anew, through eyes so true.