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Identify the theme. 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...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.
What is real love isn't based on false ideals of perfection.?