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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