Moon

When i think of you i think of the moon.
All your beauty and all your imperfections
At least that's what you call them, to me it's beauty.
With every single terrible joke you tell
Your gravity makes it hard to breathe when I'm around you
But, your beautiful so sacrificing my air is what I'll do.
Beauty is in every crater every "flaw".
When the sun shines down I'm happy because the whole world see's what I see in you.