today i saw a butterfly,
as it floated in the air;
its wings were spread in splendor,
unaware that i was there.
it was such a thing of beauty,
it was a sight to see;
it was the perfect masterpiece,
full of grace and majesty.
i found myself thinking,
to what can this compare?
and then, of course, i thought of you,
and i wished that you were there.
god sure was extra careful,
when he formed and fashioned you;
you too, became a masterpiece,
yet god is still not through.
he's daily making changes,
that other folks can't see;
you're already true perfection,
at least you are to me.
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