A Beautiful Butterfly What it was that I would realize Entertained became by your eyes When I saw such colorful cheeks Moved smoothly when each speaks. Her hair casually flowed in the air Hours and hours could sit and stare And light in each strand reflected She is perfect woman who I selected. With elegance was highly enchanted Never assumed or took for granted On her presence had wanted to rely Ended up being a beautiful butterfly. Jim Horn Was reading some love poems and decided to write this one.