In the cradle of night’s gentle embrace,
I marvel at my child’s angelic grace,
Innocence pure, a sight so rare,
Envious whispers lingering in the air.

Their charm, a magnet for eyes around,
Yet in my heart, a love profound,
Enveloped in their aura so bright,
A beacon of innocence, a guiding light.

In awe of their angelic innocence,
Each glance, a moment of recompense,
Envy’s touch, a fleeting breeze,
In their presence, my soul finds ease.

Their laughter, a symphony so sweet,
In their embrace, all worries retreat,
A child so pure, a spirit so free,
In their envious charm, a beauty to see.

Envy’s whispers may softly hiss,
Yet in my arms, there’s only bliss,
Blessed by this angel in my care,
Their presence a joy beyond compare.

In the tapestry of life they weave,
Each thread of love, each moment believe,
Enraptured by their envious charm,
In my heart, they hold the warmest palm.

Innocence wrapped in a form so small,
Their laughter echoes through the hall,
In awe of my child’s angelic grace,
Envy’s whispers find no place.

Their innocence, a treasure untold,
In their eyes, a world to behold,
Envious charm that lights my way,
In their presence, I find my day.