sonnet 20 lyrics – rufus wainwright

a woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
hast thou, the master mistress of my p*ssion
a woman’s gentle heart but not acquainted
with shifting change as is false women’s fashion

an eye more bright than theirs less false in rolling
gilding the object whereupon it gazeth
a man in hue all hues in his controlling
which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth

and for a woman wert thou first created
till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting
and by addition me of thee defeated
by adding one thing to my purpose nothing

but since she pr*ck’d thee out for women’s pleasure
mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure

/ rufus wainwright lyrics