This poem is written in the form of a sonnet, which is a 14 line rhyming poem. This poem makes fun of passionate love poetry in which the poet imagines that their lover is more spectacular than anything in the universe. Written by William Shakespeare Poem 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. For more poems, check out the poems catalog page.
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