A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
Sonnet 20A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue all hues in his controlling, Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created; Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure. |
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You've got a woman's face, as beautiful as if Nature had pre-applied make-up for you. You're both my heart's master and mistress. You've got a heart as kind as a woman's, but not as inconstant as those cheating female ones. Your eyes are brighter than theirs, and make fewer pretences – they light up the very thing they gaze on. You look like a man, and have all your passions under control. All the men gaze at you, all the women are bowled over.
Nature originally intended to make you into a woman, but as she was making you she fell in love with you, and gave you an extra bit: thus depriving me of you. I don't have anything to do with that “bit”.
However, since Nature's decided to set you out to be enjoyed physically by women, let your love be mine, and your body theirs.