A catterpillar once was I

Small, hidden under the shadowy paths

Crawling and wandering for a safe ground

To which nobody dare me to be found

But as I grew, weary and questioned things around me

I couldn't help but wonder with everything I see

I kept on staring up in the sky

Dreaming about how'd it be nice to fly

So i weaved my way and made a home

To which I call my humble cocoon

It helped me mold and be groomed

Before i try to meander the world

It wasn't easy to stay inside

While children tried to poke and fiddle with me

But I made sure that whatever what happens

I will not give up and hoped for the best

And now I'm ready to conquer the world

A beautiful butterfly I've grown to be

To float to fly to soar to glide

And spread my wings wide like I should be

My mother is a hidden rose bush,

Kept behind shabby old Pickett fences,

For if her beauty Leaked the others would blush

I'm sure the bees have not been the same since,

The gardens very own secret to keep,

A kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate day,

The old willow trees have no longer weeped,

Like an old crush that's best hidden away,

Beauty is only skin deep, but not hers,

The sun seems so dull next to her beauty,

Her petals would make the sailors not curse,

(and her daughter is also a cutie),

The love of a rose is everlasting,

The beauty of one is so enchanting.

Oh, child of morning bright,

Bathe me in thy brilliant light!

Give unto me thy sweetest kiss,

That I might find morning bliss!

Embrace me with the might of thy love,

That I might fly to the heavens and a morning dove!

Bring me to the heights of ecstasy,

Such that Aphrodite is blessing me.

Give unto me all these things,

And I will bring thee a diamond ring.