Can I Be Your Perfect?

'Tis what a sad day.
All is but content.
It seems the oceans are no longer blue, and the sun will no longer shine.
I do think I could be wrong.
My vision is muddled with droplets of water.
I never know what to think about anything,
and my mind is but a long, dreary story.
If only you had known.
If only you had known I was thinking about you constantly.
You were never off my mind, not for a second.
I'd beg of you to speed the process of love,
but that would be a shame.
The more it hurts, the more time it's worth.
I shan't think of bad things anymore.
I wish them out of my head,
and replace them with you.
You are a good thought,
and I wish to keep it that way.
Unambiguously I look at you.
You are such a sight, so unique and full.
I would love to be your perfect sight.
But I don't think that I shape up to many others.
Rather sorry though, if I could, I would certainly be your perfect, pretty little sight.