Faults
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.
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.
People come to the speaker ready to criticize the person she loves, listing every fault one by one. But instead of being hurt or surprised, she laughs — because she already knows each flaw intimately. What they see as reasons to think less of him, she has long accepted and even treasured.
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