My Mistress

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
As her eyes outshine the eternal star
Yet her looks are as deadly as a gun
And her beauty no one can ever mar

The envy of all, her beauty they shun
Yet with her beauty they threat not to spar
They sit together and eat Sally Lunn
Hating from afar as she's not a char

Ignoring all those who hate and despise
She waits for my comfort at the bay tree
Sitting here, I stare into her eyes
Dreaming of our future; just her and me

But her kind gaze was a disguise
Unknown to me, my mistress' love dies