Love Sonnet

I absolutely love and appreciate all kinds of poetry, but this one has got to be in my top list of love poems:

‘Love Sonnet 130’ by William Shakespeare

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 damask’d, 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.

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