Come love and tell all your faults and the still growing flaws in you
Be careful not to skip one; name them over one by one;
I will listen and laugh aloud when you are done,
For I knew them all so well before
Oh, you must be blind not to know that all of them I already knew
Your frivolous faults had made me love you even more!
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Love is kind to overlook the faults on one endeared to you. A lovely write with sentiments we all would like to hear. PEACE