Shakespeare's Sonnet 20

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith 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 prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

You have a woman's face, painted by nature's own hand, and you rule my passion as both man and woman. You have a woman's gentle heart, but without the fickle changes that deceitful women show. Your eyes are brighter than theirs and less likely to wander falsely, giving a golden glow to whatever they look at. You are a man in appearance, yet command every kind of beauty, capturing men's eyes and amazing women's souls.
You were first created to be a woman, until Nature fell in love with you as she made you. By adding one thing that serves no purpose for me, she deprived me of you.
But since she equipped you with a penis for women's pleasure, let your love be mine, and let women treasure the sexual use of it.