Shakespeare said her eyes
are not as bright as sunlight
and coral far more
red than her lips
her breast not nearly as white as snow
and her hair is black as wire
and if her cheeks blush
it is not nearly as
comely as a rose
and her breath not nearly as sweet
and her voice does not always music make
and no goddess is she
that floats above the ground
on what she strides
and yet…
and yet…
this love of his is
is still Divine
more Worthy than precious stones
more potent than sun,
rose or coral
and for all this he
loves her still
so as for him
as go I as well
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