A poem on the magnificent beauty of a butterfly by a boy which has the comparison only to his lady love.
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.