She's my butterfly.

I sit here with her words written in the palm of my hand.  
I don't deserve her.  
She is amazing.  
Only deserves the best of the best.  
Nothing like the rest.  
She is like a beautiful purple butterfly.  
And I am a plain brown moth.  
What she see's in me is unknown.  
I don't think I'll ever clearly know what it is.  
That keeps her here with me.  
She is the scars engraved into the left side of my chest.  
Right over my heart.  
Because those scars used to be open.  
My heart was taken, And broken.  
But she brought it back home.  
Repaired.  
Placed my heart back into my chest.  
And sowed it shut.  
For me, she told me she would do anything.  
She would give up everything for me.  
But when your living on the edge of a sharpened blade.  
It's to easy to get cut.  
My skin is to cold to hold.  
But she see's past that.  
Past my faults.  
Mistakes.  
But when I face a change.  
She'll tell me that she doesn't know anymore.  
But I don't think this will ever end.  
Although, I'm normally smarter than that.  
I just couldn't face that.  
But the last place I thought I'd be.  
Is here with you.  
Arms around you.  
I never thought this would happen.  
Because your so beautiful.  
By God you could break every bone in my body.
With a few words, if you wanted to.  
Because I'm just so fixed on you.  
With every look you give out to me.  
Every word you pass to me.  
Every kiss you lay upon me.  
And every hug you wrap around me.  
But promise me.  
You'll never forget.  
Because I would never forget you.  
One last thing.  
I swear this is my last request.  
Promise me.  
You'll never fall out of love with me.  
Even I couldn't fight it off.  
When I use my head more than my heart.  
When I use my thoughts over my feelings.  
But smile.  
For you tell me I take the pain and worries away.  
But it comes down to this.  
This I swear to you is true.  
Your a beautiful butterfly.  
Me... I'm just one God damn lucky moth.