I may be a butterfly to you,
but moths can be mistaken for butterflies.
It's a common mistake everyone makes.

I'll just buzz around at your window,
seeking your light, your warmth,
but once you let me in,
I'll just fly around, pesky and all.

You see, I need your night-time lightning
more than you need my silent thunder.
I'm attracted to your night-time lightning,
just like everyone else.
The warmth,
the buzz,
the light it brings.
Who wouldn't want to get to know you?
But silent thunder?
Who needs that?

You see, my dear,
Lightning best thrives in the dark,
it shines brighter then.
Me?
I follow the night-time lightning,
trailing behind it everywhere it goes.
People forget I'm there,
they are too much in awe by you
to remember me.
But that's okay.
I'm the ugly one,
and I still can't believe that you
the lightning of the night,
the savior of the broken,
the luminosity that breaks open the sky
and reminds us that there's always hope even when things are dark,
you let me stay with you...

And for that,
I love you ever more,
and would like to thank you
from the bottom of my soul and heart.
I will serve you in the best way I know how.