The therapist's words echo through my mind,

Telling me to say what's never been said.

Sherlock, why did I have to be so blind?

Your mysterious aura cleared my war-torn head.

It left me craving extra escapades.

You say you do not have a caring heart,

Yet I have seen it through your ray of shades.

Your murder made me tear my mind apart,

Leaving only realization and guilt.

You frustrate me with your uncaring mask,

but awed by your observational hilt.

I must lose my restrictions to start my task

Of confessing what I wish you knew.

Dear Sherlock Holmes, I fell in love with you.