Shakespeare love poem

My mistress’ eyes

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red then her lips’ red,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hairs be wires, black wires grow upon her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfume is there more delight,
Then in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to 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 walk, treads on the ground,
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.



…………………….By William Shakespeare