This is the translation of my work Johnlock - Les planètes tournent. As my mother tongue is French and not English, please let me know is there is any mistake.
From John to Sherlock
(Or, what my blog would look like if I were truly writing)
If the planets were turning around the sun like small wooden horses,
If we were children sitting on these dancing toys,
If the light were lightening your eyes up with a magnetic blue,
If you were waltzing gracefully on the thread of my memories,
If the sleeve of your purple shirt came brushing against my wrist when you hold my hand,
If your smile could draw itself on your face,
If this merry-go-round could save you rather than letting your fall down.
