*This poem is an adaptation of Shakespeare Sonnet 130 :
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My master's eyes are not at all like the sun;
Coral is much more red than his lips;
If snow is white, then his chest are certainly not white as snow;
(A/N : I haven't seen any movie that has him without shirt before)
If hairs can be compared to wires, his are black and not golden.
I have seen roses colored a combination of red and white (thus pink),
But I do not see such colors in his cheeks;
And some perfumes give more delight,
Than the breath of my mistress.(A/N : He smoke 24/7 duh!)
I love to hear him speak, but I know
(A/N : Ooooh that voice!...whatcamacallit? Gravelly..)
That music has a more pleasing sound than his voice;
(A/N : Definitely not for singing)
I also never saw a god walk;
But I know that my master walks only on the ground.
And yet I think my love as rare
As any man who has had poetic untruths told about his beauty with false comparisons.
* A/N : Author's note
