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.
　　~ author unknown ~