Her eyes do not look at the stars.
can not be called a coral lips,
not snow-white shoulders of open skin,
and black wire is twisted strand.
with damask rose, crimson or white,
impossible to compare the hue of the cheeks.
A body smells, the smell of the body, not as a
gentle violet petals.
You will not find it in perfect lines,
special light on the forehead.
I do not know how to march goddess,
But darling walked the earth.
And yet she gave so hardly,
Who compared lush misrepresented.
William Shakespeare Sonnet 130