as it floated in the air;
Its wings were spread in splendor,
It was such a thing of beauty,
It was a sight to see;
It was the perfect masterpiece,
to what can this compare?
And then, of course, I thought of you,
And I wished that you were there.
When He formed and fashioned you;
You too, became a masterpiece,
You're already true perfection,
At least you are to me.