Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;This is a sonnet written by William Shakespeare that I fell in love with at 15 years old mainly due to the fact that I had to spend many painstakingly hours analysing it for my English GCSE. It is very honest and simplistic. It shows us that beauty (by whatever way you choose to define it) is not the be all and end all. William's mistress is hardly a goddess but he loves her nonetheless. Personality and having a genuine connection with the one you love is far more important when it comes to matters of the heart ; after all if you don't find your partner the least bit engaging, funny, warm, personable and your best friend then why are you even bothering?
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
As any she belied with false compare.
It is refreshing to read a poem that isn't lovey dovey and gushing. It is frank and truthful and for that ,Sonnet 130 remains one of my favourite sonnets ever written <3<3<3
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