Pretty Eyes - Shakespearean Sonnet

Trochaic Pentameter Pretty eyes that show such deep affection make the joy bells chime this day in my heart. Why should I now be her great selection most think she's a wondrous piece of fine art. My head resonates bell loudly ringing like to tintinnabulary paean. Eyes that make the chimes to peal with singing say this male thinks he's a blessed peon. Lovely eyes that goad both feet to dancing, they don't mind the lookers' gaze and smiles then. Toes now take this happy swain to prancing - I am high above the hoi polloi's ken. Color me all lucky; Joan is my gift. Life is great for me, Bill; hey, what a lift!