Question

Can someone help me put a sonnet in iambic tetrameter?

His deep soft green gaze

Had me under a spell

It was like a haze

This love was happening and I could not rebel


Months turned into years as it grew

A happiness never known

A feeling too good to be true

Was felt in my bones


The sweet warmth became cold

Young love turned to anger

The green eyes were no longer mine to hold

The pain was like a cancer


He left me to rot
And to be forgot

Answer 1

this is not math bud