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“