Fault

Elaine
Vincent van Gogh, Daubigny's Garden, 1890
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.

Crowd Score: 9.0



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