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 have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there 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.
I found this Sonnet very interesting. Shakespeare mentions how this woman is not perfect in the eyes of the speaker. Her cheeks are not as rosey as roses and she is not a goddess. But I think the meaning comes in the last two lines. After all of these flaws, his love is still there. Love transcends flaws. This meaning is conveyed through multiple contrasts between this girl and things in nature that the speaker views as perfect.