Faults - 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.

The Magic Ring
Incompatibilities
Lines To A Movement In Mozart's E-Flat Symphony
The Tree of Song
The Years
Riches
Other Men
Faults
Guilo
Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
In a Boat
Shall I Come, Sweet Love?
Lost Footsteps