Although he's not my type,
I admit he's cute when he begs.
Although I hate how weak he is,
he never gives up.
Although I hate the way he's brief,
I admire his patience.
Although sometimes he doesn't even try,
I admire his persistance.
Although he can be cruel,
he's also trusting and kind.
Although he needs help in some things,
he offers help in what he can.
Although he's not my type,
he's still a good friend.