sonnet You field a face

You field a face thats pretty plain in sum
Thats pretty looked on closely bit by bit
Your features are too fine a spacious fit
I love them close on kiss Im stricken dumb
Your perfect eyes out wide and open plumb
My heart unwavering on worries hit
Your perfect mouth adrift knows when to quit
A quarrel circular thats nod off numb
You cut in carats arc a diamond rock
A fancy red thats vivid deep and dark
They sniff you bort bland then their chart mismark
Theres more thats mine alone off far they flock
Your pencils buff a harsh light less unkind
Embold your gorgeous feature overgrind
Chorus unkind cruel nasty