In the halo of my child’s angelic grace,
Hearts were captivated by their radiant face,
A beauty so pure, a sight to behold,
Sparking jealousy in hearts grown cold.
Their presence, a beacon of light,
Shining brightly, pure and bright,
Drawing admirers near and far,
Each glance, a twinkle, like a star.
Envy whispered in the shadows deep,
As onlookers watched, unable to keep
Their hearts from yearning for such divine charm,
In my child’s aura, a soothing balm.
Jealousy danced in the eyes that gazed,
At my child, so beautifully raised,
Their angelic beauty, a gift so rare,
Filling hearts with a silent prayer.
In their smile, a world of grace,
A reflection of a heavenly place,
My child, a symbol of love and light,
Capturing hearts, shining bright.
Despite the envy that may arise,
In my child’s gaze, love never dies,
For in their angelic beauty, a truth so clear,
A love that conquers all, forever near.
