Sonnet 02 by John Watson
While I may not know how I got a room
in your mind palace, I do know that we
are meant for each other. You can't assume
I would ever climb any sort of tree
for you, but I will run by your side through
the streets of London to solve any crime.
It would be impossible for me to
not care for you; I will love you 'til time
stops and our hearts are no longer beating.
You are the most beautiful man I have
ever met—will ever meet—though fleeting
such things are. You alone shall always have
my heart in your hands. It is yours to break
should you ever decide you are a fake.