Innocence personified,
some teeny, tiny toes,
beautific smiles that hold no gile,
so sweet in their repose,
upon their birth the angels sing,
of little angels with no wings,
their big round eyes, so full of trust
who make us smile because,
a gift's been given wrapped in love,
the angel-maker smiles above,
and Heaven celebrates because,
for every baby born...
it does!
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I would like to translate this poem
I just love this! Good work!