Poetry is not liked too much by many of us. I like it because of the English classes I took back in the day and also, I think because of scripture.
But I think most everyone will like this one because it’s simple, to the point, and because most of us would like to be liked because of, and not just in spite of, all our faults.
It’s also a nice thought for a Sunday afternoon, don’t you think?
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| Sara Teasdale |
FAULTS
They came to tell your faults to me,
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.
BY SARA TEASDALE
