The day you were born, I saw you.
Crimson like a wild flower yet to bloom,
Your white cry scrapped the silence like a mute TV.
Naked and plump, you stretched your translucent hands
Filled with blue veins to capture invisible cords.
Your eyes shut in the light and still you blossomed
Like the radiance of the early sun, making every face beam.
My voice absorbed your bleached cry as you clinged to my thumb,
With gentle pulses you shined on my silhouette like daylight.
I stared at your mother's eyes, because I thought you had stolen them,
The same way you stole my gaze and affection from the moment I saw you.
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