Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

Perfect

Perfect is a good word isn't it?
A great word.
A word I'd use to describe you.
To explain our first kiss.
Our first date.
To spell out clumsy confessions late at night.

Perfect careful thoughts, and perfect loving eyes.
Perfect suddenness when I turned around, on a perfectly chilled night.
Perfect playful banter, and perfect little pecks.
Perfect rambled paragraphs, perfect without drafts.

It's a good word,
That perfect.
It's a word I don't use much,
but use in excess when I think of you,
Everything you've done for me.
You've given me a perfect,
And you've made it a great word.