Read this and you’ll understand where I’m going. In case you do not know, Shakespearean sonnets are written in iambic pentameter ( with 14 lines, and a rhyme scheme where each line contains 10 syllables). I could go into the intense details, but I’m too lazy, so go search them up if you are really interested. I will just tell you this, they are a stinkin’ pain to write. Here is my sonnet ( bold symbolizes where the emphasis should be):
Is anything in this world as addicting?
The cursed drugs or the psychopath’s lust for blood?
No, nothing will or could ever be so amazing;
The soul within is brighter than a diamond stud.
You are what I strive to see at early starts,
To walk through the hall and find your great smiles;
It lights up even the hardest of the hearts;
When in great doom to find you I’d walk miles.
Some folks do say that they hate how you taste,
And flick their fork tongues at the mention.
How can they not see that tired souls won’t waste
Or nighters are awoken and lose their tension?
Each day I’d do anything to come to thee,
For, alas, you see I forever will love coffee.