You may not think me a marrying man,
John Watson, though I am
A man who will love you though you may not always know
A man who will not always let it show
And if my dear you could spare the time
I'll show you what you do to this heart of mine
There are times when I wish you knew
Dear just what I'm going through
This must be love I feel for you John
No other emotion could be so strong
When you leave me for that woman as I know you will
Just know that I will adore you still
To me you are perfect in all that you do
For me there is no one to rival you
You think you are chubby but I disagree
Your extra weight is cute to me
There's a glint in your eyes which I've learnt to read
For you my love I would gladly bleed
Your sandy hair I long to touch
Your skin the scent I love so much
Walking with you fills me with pride
This much I feel I cannot hide
You may never know the depth of love in my heart
But I wrote you this poem, so I guess that's a start.
-SH