sonnet 130 and an acrylic daydream

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

but no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some prefumes there is more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare."

---William Shakespeare

How wonderful to think that he sees the obvious flaws in his love's beauty, yet regards her as lovely still, even more lovely than women who try too hard or charm with only their faces and not their character.

Also---what a lovely day! This single painting strengthened a bond between two friends, awakened an artistic desire I had until now not recognized, and passed the hours of a joyous saturday without work.