When he is mad
His mouth curls into a smirk
When he is sad
He immerses himself in his work
His eyes are blue
His lips a light pink
Every time I see him
He makes my knees go weak
His laugh is soft
His scent is devine
Every day I remind myself
That this man is mine
He wears these sweaters
Even when it is hot
There is never a day
When he is not
He makes me happy
He has helped me to live
Without John Watson
I would have no love to give