| by Sarah Teasdale | | |
| 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. | ||
this is absolutely beautiful and such a good reminder. thank you for sharing this with all of us! I forget how important faults are. They are, in essence, something that makes us human.
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