Sonnets to Duse and other Poems/Faults

by Sara Teasdale

For other versions of this work, see Faults.

 

Faults

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.