Fault (by Sara 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.
Сара Тисдейл. Грешок
Ко мне тут были господа
Грешки твои перемывать;
Смеялась громко я тогда,
Я не могла их прозевать, -
Слепцы, прозрейте, вас молю,
За них сильней его люблю!