My Wife's Eyes Are Nothing like the Sun

My wife's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips;
If snow is white, then her neck is brown;
If hair is wire, then black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses copied, red and white,
But I don't see any roses in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in my wife's halitosis breath which reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well do I know
That music hath a far more beautiful sound;
I grant I never see a goddess
When my wife is walking by.
   And yet by heaven I think my love as rare
   As any beauty she is compared to.
                                    Sonnet CXXX