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 ~