"Sonnet 130" by Shakespeare is not a love poem - it is actually a satire that is making fun of typical love poems that have idealized comparisons between the poet's lover and nature. He is expressing the fact that a woman does not have to be compared to the sun, flowers, or a goddess in order to be beautiful. In a cheeky manner, he argues his point by describing his lover at face value: "My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;/ Coral is far more red, than her lips red".
While this poem mocks other cliché love poems, the author specifies that his lover does not have to be idolized in an unrealistic matter to prove that he loves her. He states this in the last two lines, " And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,/ as any she belied with false compare." He expresses that his love is as unique as the woman he would write the poem for.
