Shakespeare's Sonnet 130

I've been on a huge poetry kick lately.... re-reading all of my books of poems, and sharing a few of my favorites....


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.


I love this sonnet.... basically - Shakespeare is stating that even though his mistress wasn't a supermodel (and had bad breath, apparently *L*) he still loves her..... it's a nice message.

Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve! ;o)