Today I saw a butterfly,

　　as it floated in the air;

　　Its wings were spread in splendor¹,

　　Unaware² 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 majesty³.

　　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.