Sonnets - Shakespeare's sonnets & Procreation - posted 8 months ago

my mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
coral is far more red than her lips' red;
if snow be white, why then her cheeks are dun;
if hars be wires, black wire grow on her head.

i have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
but no such roses i see in her cheeks;
and in some perfumes there is 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

shakespeare sonnet CXXX, hope you like it! ^^