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[what_do_you_see]

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.

this is my favorite poem by shakespeare. we read it today in class and it refreshed my love for it. i guess i like the fact that he's saying that who he loves doesnt have to be perfect. because for him, her being human, not some godly creature,is good enough.

wouldn't be nice if everyone thought like this.