A world of pixels, lost in time,
Replaced by faces, a love sublime.
The boy's small heart, now fills with grace,
In parent's arms, finding its place.

With laughter sweet and tender care,
In moments shared, they weave a prayer.
From games and toys to quiet nights,
In gentle hugs, a bond ignites.

Through whispered dreams, the future glows,
As seasons change, their love still grows.
In every glance and soft embrace,
A timeless joy, a sacred space.

So let the world of screens recede,
For in this love, the heart is freed.

Tomaž Jevšenak