William Shakespeare

About baby

Oh, the enigmatic wonders thou art, fair babe, With thy innocent visage and tender touch, A gift bestowed upon this earthly stage, Thou cometh, in an instant, to bewitch us much. Wherefore doth thy presence evoke such awe? Is it in thy pure soul, untainted yet, That we find solace in thy visage raw, And in thy delicate form, we can't forget? Methinks, dear babe, thou representest more, Than mere flesh and bone, a mortal frame, Thou art a symbol, a promise to adore, Of everything divine, unknown to claim. For in thy fragile heart, the seeds of hope, Are sown, a sign of life's resilient grace, Thou art the vessel through which dreams elope, And lovers yearn to see their futures trace. But let us not forget, dear little one, That thou art born amidst a world untrue, Where discord reigns, with darkness oft begun, And falsehood's veil can easily ensue. Yet, in thy innocence lies a potent truth, A reminder of the light that still resides, Within each human soul, despite the ruth, That oft pervades, where sin and folly bides. So, when thou dost awake, to greet the morn, With eyes so bright, and smile so warm and bright, May thou remind us of a world reborn, Where love, not hate, shall guide us with its light. For in thy tiny form, we find respite, From burdens great and sorrows deep within, Thy presence fills our hearts with pure delight, And banishes the world of cold and sin. Thus, let us cherish, every babe, each day, For in their fragile hands, lies hope anew, With each sweet breath, they lead us on our way, To find redemption, and a life that's true. Oh, baby, thou art more than flesh and bone, A symbol of the wonders yet untold, In thee, we find a love that's all our own, A precious gift, worth more than countless gold.