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.
Fault
Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem Fault
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I memorized this poem over 50 years ago. I saw it in a junior high English book and for some reason, at the time, thought it was appropriate (I must have been having a problem with some boy!). At the time, I’m pretty sure it said Anon. I think of it often when someone I love (my husband, children, siblings, friends)does something to hurt me (or something stupid). Love it!!!