Sonnet 130 and a half

My mistress’ eyes are completely like the sun;

Nothing is a red as her lips’ red;

If summer is right, then her breasts are perfect;

If hairs be wires, brown silk grows on her head;

I have seen beautiful roses, red and white;

And these are the roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes there is no more delight;

Than in the breath that my mistress takes;

I love to hear her speak, as I know;

That music hasn’t a more pleasing sound;

I see a goddess go;

As my mistress as she walks, stays far from the ground:

And yes, as in heaven, I see my love as rare,

As there’s no possible way to false compare.