По пальцам посчитали вновь
Изъяны все твоей души.
Я засмеялась: хороши!
Я знаю их сто тысяч дней, —
Изъяны делают любовь
К тебе и ярче, и сильней.
Sara Teasdale. Faults
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.