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. The final lines make the quiet paradox clear: the very imperfections others notice have made her love stronger, not weaker. There is a warm, slightly mischievous mood here, as if the speaker enjoys knowing the beloved more fully than the gossips ever could. The poem celebrates intimacy and the kind of love with open eyes, one that doesn’t ignore faults but loves through them.
Faults — Summary
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.