A Response Sonnet to William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130

No eyes are like the sun

But are reflective and bright;

My lips are sweet though not coral red;

My skin is not as snow but is not bad to sight;

Beauty is not absent from the hair on my head;

Is there something amiss with the black of night?

The hue of my cheeks can be as a rose;

Though you would not believe so;

And my breath is not displeasing to the nose;

It is something you should know.

My voice is unique and therefore my own;

And there should be no sweeter sound for you to hear;

My stride is flowing, worthy of the thrown.

I am no goddess but with your words my heart you sear.

So I am not as plain as you state

Though I will always be your mate.