It's how I feel whenever you aint there

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.

~Author Unknown~


Det här är dikten vi ska göra en låt av på musiken, vi har inte skrivit den själva. Hittade den på google, men tycker den är ganska så fin :) Det kommer mest troligt bli en fin ballad :D