As we silently sat and waited for you to arrive,
Decades passed with your resistance.
We all eagerly listened and wondered if you were alive,
But no sound could be heard in the hospital’s distance.
Finally, your beautiful cry across the hall was heard,
Sounding like an opera singer with a heart of steel,
Or like a melody sung by a baby bird.
Your breathtaking voice was my new Achilles’ heel.
As I gazed upon you with my own eyes,
Your eyes were a sea of beauty and innocence
Bearing some immaterial, vaporous prize
Which to paradise bore no difference.
Your smile, soul, and heart more pure than a dove,
You will never truly know how much I am in love.