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