Part 1
Observing never fails me.
Deducting never steers me wrong.
To observe her hadn't been hard,
But to deduce about her life had been.
Now we stand
At the crossroad of destiny,
And if I'm right (I always am),
It will mean so much more.
She hoped to fool me,
But failed in the end.
Love is a silly thing,
And easy to crack.
Four simple letters.
And a poor choice.
She begs me not to unlock it,
Tries to tell me she's lied.
But observation never fails me
And I know she told the truth.
The question is whether
I should say it, too.
She may have told the truth,
About one specific thing,
But she lied about others,
And hurt me, as well.
Mycroft awaits,
Expectant of an answer.
So I press each button.
A death sentence in each click:
I
Am
S H E R
Locked.