From the University of Toronto’s Representative Poetry Online: “Poems to be memorized and spoken to your sweetheart.”

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.
— Sarah Teasdale, “Faults“