Perfect.
Such an interesting word, what does it really mean,
it changes day by day, person by person
but always stays the same for you.

Kind.
We are of a kind,
part of a togetherness that is hard to define,
but it always stays the same for you.

Yours.
I see myself from different eyes than you,
you have no filter, no frame, no fog,
I always stay the same for you.

Mine.
You have shown me perfect,
you are part of my kind,
You have always loved the same.

If I'm your kind of perfect,
then what am I?