My imperfect Mr. perfect

Facial qualities pleasing to the eye, With hair so luscious triggers my sky. Versatile with thy arms of left and right, Losing thee would be life's greatest plight. Imperfect to the crowds, perfect to me, Thy je ne sais quoi stride stunning to my decree. Scarce even to diamonds, they ache for thy touch, Thy presence stutters and slouches my speech. Thy earndement to my heart exudes with delight, Melodious in thy baritone with no mussel of might. Celestial are thy eyes sparkling like stars, They are windows to thy soul even when afar. Captivating is thy smile, the rarest I could find, A sample of it in a second oozes my mind. Magnetic is thy persona grata, it's undeniable, The force of thy room tone forever dependable. Posit are thy etiquette imprint avidity, Thy words sweeten my eardrums ability. The synopsis of derivativity of my epoch, With me from base 'til the most exalted reach. A product of my maladaptive daydream, Ethereal I titled you like a silver stream. Dressed in self not clothed in delusion, Broke into my heart, my sweetest intrusion.