Faults

by Sara Teasdale

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.

Sonnets to Duse and other Poems by Sara Teasdale (1907)
The House of Dreams	Faults

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