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;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Response:
I like this poem because hes showing how much he loves this girl. he describes the reasons why he loves her regardless what she thinks about him. he also says that he likes her eyes not shining like the sun or that her lips are not coral red, he still loves her for everything that she is.
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I loved this poem. I thought it was a great summary of what love truley is. Love to me is accepting a person for who they are and loving them exactly that way. I also love how he describes her in such a real way and still loves her. That to me is what true love is. I also thought it was great that you could point out ways that he described his love for her and compared it to what you think.
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