You don't believe in love as a concept
It's certainly not something that you need.
You're better flying solo than in company,
the last man of a slowly dying breed.
But he's got you on the hook there,
Sherlock, face it.
John Watson means the world to you
You deny that you are smitten,
when the fact is you've been bitten
by the bug of love and badly too
You're preaching to the world
that you know the way it works.
That you're too smart
to get your feelings hurt
You can loathe it,
you can hate it,
but there's no way to debate it.
Clearly you are falling in love.