Look at me and read me like a book.

I am a kettle made of stainless steel;
I am a saint, for tea  is brewed to heal
And, unlike kettles on an old  coal fire,
I am not dirty nor do I perspire.
My mirrored sides reflect you as you cook;
Look at me and read me like a book.
I’m  full of love and hotter than a man —
Oh, dear lady, love me while you can.
I am an honest kettle, I can’t lie,
Though, not infrequently, I wonder why.
I shall never punish you, my dear,
For perfect love like mine can hold no fear.
All I ask is  that you polish me,
For, in between your hands, I  yearn to be.