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.
Faults
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: I love you, love, I miss you, blind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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