First attempt

And here goes my perfectly imperfect attempt of a Shakespearean sonnet... Judge not! Though I doubt anyone is even reading this.

His winsome smile like stars allures all eyes,

Your smile lopsided, warms my heart at night,

His deep blue eyes bit once made me shy trice,

Now nothing but your eyes so small, so right.

So what if charming is the word for him:

Though dark and skinny you always endear me,

The shots he makes so skilled hits not the rim,

He scores, crowd roars, still you are all I see.

"Say yes," they scream, "don't let the chance pass by!"

That's when my eyes start searching for someone,

"Come on," they urge, "he is the perfect guy."

No, I run, for my heart has found the one.

"I love you for you, so please change not," I say.

You wipe my tears and gently say, "Okay."