Little one, I saw your face,
Your heart and veins like living lace,
Each part of you in proper place,
I felt my heart could burst.
Oh, little one, your tiny feet,
Your baby hands, so small, petite,
They waved at me, a meet-and-greet,
I felt my heart could burst.
My little one, what can I say?
I’ll hold you in my arms one day.
But, until then, we’ll bond this way.
My heart will “hold” you first.
