Anti-Petrarchan

I could say her eyes are glittering stars
But hers are soulless black as night
Or a heart so kind it blew the world up
But hers is just, used to smite
Neither is she as bright as the sun
For she is dull and mostly a drag
Nor is she the most beautiful dame
For one cannot compare without feeling like a hag
Juliet could call Romeo
The handsomest for all I care
Considering she will never be
As good or as fair
But what makes her so different
From all of the rest
Is others will never kindle
These feelings in my chest

– a.h.

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