>>3436050I suck at poetry, but I have to try! This is my best try at a sonnet. I gave myself two little liberties though. The syllable count doesn't need to be exactly ten syllables each. But I always tried my best, and most of them ended up being between ten and twelve anyway. I also added one extra stanza. So instead of fourteen lines, it is eighteen.
The Girl Named Sheik
A young heart stumbles upon her visage.
He sees naught but an ordinary miss,
And the child had not the need to acknowledge
The girl he eyed, as it was better to dismiss.
As the child transitions to being grown,
He glimpses at that same girl from his youth.
He is awestruck by her beauty shown,
And yet, to say the man was lovestruck would be an untruth
For he was frightened of feelings of attachment.
This fear of love was a silly one, he can attest,
But it nontheless persisted when it shouldn't
Until one fateful night as the man rest.
A vivid hallucination, a dream,
A dream of the girl, had broken his loveless streak.
It melted his cold heart to such an extreme
That he fell in love with the girl named Sheik.
Sheik had always been with him, from the start.
The man's duty now is to never let them part.
