What i love about him that i dont

I love him but then i don't
those little habits he has
are cute but drive me mad
the way he holds my hand
the way he sings me goodnight
those little things that irritate me
are gone without a sight
the way he kisses my forehead
his comfy shoulder for me to lye on
and his smile that kills
are what i love about him the most
but those annoying things he has
I'll have to deal with it someday
but just to let him no
I'm glad you'll always be mine babe.

this crappy poem was what a friend told me bout once of her n her beau.. so yeah..