Infinite: A Sonnet

by lavaignited

Disclaimer: This may sound as if it might be about a lover in my actual life because it is not explicitly stated that this is Johnlock, but I assure you that I am a severely inexperienced 17 year old with no lover and I wrote this from John's point of view with Sherlock Holmes in mind.

When I arise before the morning sun,

I bemusedly observe my love at rest;

All my nightmarish concerns melt to none,

Whilst I cherish the rise and fall of thy chest;

In making thee, sweet heaven did rejoice,

In a creature of unrivaled virtue;

An angel did scorn to lend thee his voice,

One best likened to a deep scarlet hue;

An ever-burning fire fuels my days,

A heat within myself your love does spur;

Such a passion binds me to thee always,

And sets my core alight to see you stir;

I do feel, with your waking imminent,

And thy love firmly in my heart: Infinite.