My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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My lovers' eyes don't shine like the sun
Her lips are colorless
Her skin isn't nice
Her hair is like wires
I've seen beautiful red and white roses
But her cheeks aren't like the roses
I'm happier when I smell perfume
Than smelling her breath
I like listening to her
But I'd rather listen to music
I've never seen a goddess walk
But my lover drags herself around
And yet she's so special
And no other woman compares
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This is my favorite poem by Shakespeare. Even though she has all these unwanted characteristics. He sees beyond that. Love is blind. I wish more people could be like that but no. People are shallow and selfish. It's human nature. I admit I'm somewhat shallow. Selfish. Rare to find one that isn't.
