𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆– 𝕲𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖔

:snowflake: Happy holidays, dears! :snowflake:

Here is my second secret Santa gift- a small poem, written by Sherlock.

I want to say I like it- but I'm not the proudest. I really tried my best though! I hope my recipient's little Johnlock heart eats it up happily.

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Humans,

They always describe love,

That feeling they get,

Just meeting someone's eyes.

They talk about it all–

Love at first sight,

Love deeper than the oceans,

But what is it?

What is it, really?

Everyone talks about it–

But no one ever explains.

No one ever told me.

No one ever told me–

That the way I see you,

The way I need you,

No one said that's love.

Feelings are beyond me,

Sentiment, I can't grasp,

Yet you leave for a second,

And what does my life become?

There is no solving,

There's no productivity,

No contributions,

But how can one person do that?

The Woman,

Bringing a country to its knees,

Charles Augustus Magnussen,

Infesting the waters with blood,

Mary Morstan,

For once living a normal life,

Culverton Smith,

Getting away with mass murder,

But John Watson,

Bringing empathy to a sociopath,

Being a genius without recognition,

Showing good people truly exist,

All of this,

All of the criminals,

All of the cases,

All of the master deductions,

Where would Sherlock Holmes be,

Without John Watson?

Who would Sherlock Holmes be,

Without John Watson?

I believe I may know the answer.

Months of thinking,

Months of confusion,

I came to one conclusion.

Without John Watson,

There would be no Sherlock Holmes.

And if that isn't what love is,

Then I have a lot to learn.

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Ta-daaa! There it is. Enjoy. :two_hearts: