So tender, so cute is this offspring,
The very first to be seen in Spring.
Can get it, only he that's searching.
Before her birth, my bliss was missing.
Thoroughly full now when holding
In my hands long time longing.
The smiles never zip, keep growing.
The time waited became blessing.
So became her name marvelling:
Marvelia, my wife's and I's bliss missing.
Now, forever and ever with us living.
No contention: She's all our everything...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem