Faults Poem by Sara Teasdale

Faults

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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.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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