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.