Your Friend

There are things we get tired of hearing
Like the level of beauty we posses
Or perhaps the flaws in said beauty
Or maybe the people our beauty can bless

There are things we get tired of seeing
Like the lustful eyes of those on the street
Or perhaps the failures we often hide
Or maybe the Happiness we’ve yet to meet

There are things we get tired of being
Like an angel so sweet, divine and perfect
Or perhaps the reason for pain and tears
Or maybe someone whose beauty makes them worth it

But as for me I never get tired of you
Like a fool addicted to movies and wine
Or perhaps a photographer with a good eye
Or maybe a poet obsessed with love and rhyme