All the days of my life
I shall remember the first hour
Of hers.

She arrived emitting a rose-gold light
Causing my soul to quicken
In recognition
Of the one, who for months,
Lay nestled and pressed against my heart,
Smiling now, after reluctantly entering this world.

All the days I've shared with her,
As well as all the ones to come,
Are... and will be special...
But that one, brief interlude in time
Will remain apart from all the rest,
More precious than gold itself...
A true treasure of the heart.