I would use highly poetical terms to talk about you - if I could find the appropriate words. Lets give word association a go, let them just pop into my head and I'll check them off.

Glorious - no, too majestic, you're more real than that.
Amorous - nope, it definitely isn't the encompassing word.
Prudent - you are, but that's not what I love about you.
Sensual - this is my own brain, you know me. But no - not quite the word I'm looking for.
Pretty - No, no, definitely not. You are gorgeous but there's more to that.
Graceful - Close. It is the closest by far as a descriptor. (Wordplay intended) Lets try a synonym.

Elegant. A simple word - suiting of you. Yes, although it still isn't enough. Words do little in explaining anything by themselves. All the words I have placed above are most definitely what I see in you - whether consciously or subconsciously, I trust myself with that much. I'm not a eloquent writer - less so a speaker (as history has proven to me) but I'll work with what I have.

You write in metaphors, I - would earnestly try to decipher them but usually end up telling myself that I'm too egoistical when I draw references. Yet, your choices of words - the imagery, the sensory picture of everything through those words. They are vivid and I see them, before my eyes almost as if I'm there before telling myself: "You have an overactive imagination."

You asked about my favorite memory:
The same place we last met, was the place where I had my favourite memory with you. The cramp little white domes that were our temporary solace from the downpour. You with Memoirs of a Geisha, just reading - as if the humidity and the rain did not affect anything in that world. I spent the time staring out, counting the strange little blessings I have had through the day until now. To tourists and strangers, it would probably have looked like we were two people who were sitting in an "artifact" that was for viewing purposes only. But the main shelter was too far and we liked the acoustics of the domes. I did at least. The awkward truth or dares, feeding each other food, the silence that never felt too uncomfortable and my brain freaking out on itself. It was a rather mind boggling experience - but getting stuck in the rain with nothing in common to talk about never felt so...comforting. Calming. Peaceful. It felt like another world that was connected to the real world by the sheer thread of the rain. You were radiant.

Yes! That word! Radiant. You are. All the hope and joy in the world just seems to situate itself around you. I know there is hardship and I know there is suffering behind it all but you deflect everything with that smile of yours.

I would write another paragraph about your voice but lets save that. (; Save it, just for you.