To me, you are perfect

To me, you are perfect. And it has nothing to do with your beauty or appearance. You are perfect like a cup of tea in the morning. I look at you and you remind me of a divine sunset. This soft fire inside you, that never burns yet lights up everywhere you go. The way you speak, the way you feel, the way you think — I am utterly mesmerized by you. There's something so pure the way you smile. You are perfect like pomegranate seeds. To gently take you apart and bare your delicate crimson soul; to be one with every piece of you — you are worth every blood stain on my shirt. 

All I want to say is, I wish I was a poem written by you. You are perfect… so I wish I were for you.