130My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun; the coral is much redder than the red of her lips; if the snow is white, why then its breasts are brown; if the hair is threads, black threads grow on his head. I have seen damask roses, red and white, but I see no such roses on her cheeks; and in certain perfumes is there more pleasure than in the breath that stinks of my mistress's. I love to hear him speak, yet I know well that music has a much more pleasant sound; I admit that I have never seen a goddess leave; my mistress, when she walks, walks on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love is as rare as all that she has belied with false comparisons. - William Shakespeare I chose Shakespearean sonnet 130 on which to base my own creative work because it has always been one of my favorite poems written by Shakespeare. Sonnet 130 is very spiritual, but very sincere. I love this poem because it reminds me that no one and no love is perfect. I have seen clouds as white as snow, but I see nothing like that in his smile; and on the days he eats okra, I always have to hold my breath for a little while. I love it when he sings with me in the car, even though his voice reminds me of a high-pitched little girl. And I know I haven't met a genius yet, but my crush's IQ is like that of a squirrel. And luckily, I think my love is one of a kind, just like the man I'll never get out of my mind. I wrote this poem as an imitation of Shakespeare's sonnet 130 by composing it to 14 lines, using the Shakespearean rhyme scheme, ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, and creating my own parody of the love sonnet. In the first two lines: “The eyes of my lovers remind me of a sad day; a bit like her porcelain stained skin,” I described my lovers eyes as a reminder of a gloomy day because her eyes are a pale grayish blue that brings to mind a gloomy day. I also compared his porcelain stained skin to a gloomy day because he has fair skin and looks