Corrective

I know exactly just how bright you shine
And no, you're not the sun, the stars, the moon;
But I am happy I can call you mine.
Although you think you cannot make me swoon,
And handily reject my compliments
You ought to know the truth. Perfection? No,
I don't even expect much common sense,
Just being that same person that I know:
The funny, pretty, well-matched half my pair,
The one who smiles when I look at her,
The person I would follow anywhere
Because if I were not, I'd wish I were.
Just be that person: just be you, and I
Promise not to place you in the sky.