Question

write your own poem on the woman​

Answer 1

Answer:

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

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 …

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and we begin, controversially, with a poem written by a man about his mistress – and, to boot, a poem that ha