In the cradle of my arms, a sight divine,
My child, angelic beauty that brightly shines,
Each glance, each smile, a pure delight,
Filling my heart with joy, a radiant light.
Others gaze upon this stunning grace,
Envious eyes, a fleeting trace,
But in my arms, my treasure I hold,
A child so exquisite, a sight to behold.
Their laughter, like music in the air,
A melody that banishes all care,
Innocence wrapped in a form so fair,
A beauty that none can compare.
I am blessed beyond measure, it’s true,
To have a child as stunning as you,
Each day a gift, each moment a prize,
In your presence, my spirit flies.
The world may marvel at your charm,
But in my heart, you hold a special calm,
An angelic presence, pure and bright,
Guiding me through day and night.
In your eyes, I see a future bright,
A world of wonder, a shining light,
Your beauty, a reflection of love so deep,
In your embrace, my soul finds peace to keep.
Envy may linger in others’ gaze,
But in my heart, your beauty stays,
A blessing, a joy that words can’t define,
My child, a treasure pure and fine.
