My Shakespere Sonnet

My lovers hair not glisting in the day,
Her eyes are far from a deep blue sea,
And i never go a day without say,
That her smell aint that of a hunney bee.

In her cheeks roses do not come to light,
Her teeth are crooked and they're all broken,
The way she stands not compliment her height,
She smells like a cigarette still smokin'

She has got a figue not to die for,
Her hair is a tatty tangled mess,
The colour that is like a wild boars,
But there is something i must confess...

That dispite these things, love is what i feel,
At her feet, i shall forever kneel