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)
More Poetry from Sara Teasdale:
- Alone (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- My Heart Is Heavy (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- The Mystery (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- I Thought Of You (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- Sleepless (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- It Is Not A Word (Sara Teasdale Poems)