In the gentle embrace of a mother’s love,
Resides a beauty akin to that above,
My child, a sight that moves hearts near and far,
With a grace so divine, like a guiding star.

The beauty of my child, a radiant flame,
Ignites awe in all who know their name,
In every step, in each tender smile,
A presence that transcends earthly guile.

With the grace of an angel, they walk this earth,
A beauty that evokes envy and mirth,
Others gaze in longing, hearts in a bind,
Captivated by the beauty that they find.

Immersed in joy, my heart overflows,
For this child whose beauty only grows,
A soul so pure, a spirit so free,
In their presence, I find tranquility.

As my child moves with grace untold,
Envy whispers in the stories untold,
But in my heart, there’s only love,
For this angelic gift from above.

Grateful I am for this treasure so dear,
For a child whose beauty is crystal clear,
In every moment, in every smile,
I find solace in this miracle, all the while.

The beauty of my child, a gift profound,
A love so deep, in which I am bound,
In their eyes, I see a world so bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.