Faults

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,—
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

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