To My Valentine
by Berton Braley
With all your faults I love you still,
With all your faults I always will.
But if I should endeavor to
Point out those very faults to you,
is where you're wrong,"
I doubt if you would love me long.
And if you started in detailing
My each and every little failing,
Exclusively for my own good,
I'd find, although you summed them rightly,
My love evaporating slightly
With all our faults we
love each other;
But pointing out to one another
Exactly where and how we err
Won't boost love's ante, as it were.
We have our faults, but,
Let's leave 'em lay, let's leave 'em lay!