Butterfly
My Tiger Lily
Is the perfect thing
Beautiful petals
Like a sunset
Leaves strong and supple
Standing stubbornly in place
Roots curling into the ground
Churning earth and shaking rocks
My Tiger Lily
Cannot see how gorgeous she is
With her face toward the sun
She just sees all she isn't
While I see what she is
Beautiful
Strong
Independent
Reliable
And she's mine
Though all she sees me as
Is a little butterfly
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