A/N: This is a free-verse poem that was inspired by Johnlock itself, from the POV of either John to Sherlock or Sherlock to John; I simply couldn't choose between them.
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One thousand words could not describe you
One million would the feeblest of beginnings
Never have I met eyes like yours
That speak to my spirit
Like wind on rocks and cloudless sunshine that
kisses the horizon.
When I'm with you it's as if
Flames all rainbow-hued
erupt before us
and time grinds to a screeching halt
and earth spins off its axis into infinity.
You are my friend
One who is imperfect
One who
toys with my imagination
twists my heartstrings
and mends my battered soul.
And I do believe someday there will be a place for us
despite life and its abundant defeat.
So I surrender
utterly
and careen into the unknown,
awash in this
Colossal
Consuming
Phenomenal
love