A/N: Hi. This is my first ever published fic. And, of course, I started with a sonnet. Wow. For those of you who know the format of a sonnet, congrats. Those who don't-Let's just say it involves this tricky thing called iambic pentameter.

That's brilliant, I said to you that night
Astounded by the process of your mind
The science of deduction, what a sight
The wonders that only your eyes can find.

Such eyes, from which not a thing is hidden
So elegant, a miracle in blue
With that look, I always do as bidden
The knowledge in your eyes has struck me through.

And your voice, so beautiful yet deadly,
A choc'late covered piece of arsenic
With your insults, it makes quite the medley
And yet it's what I need to make me tick.

And so, Sherlock, I will stay by your side
Despite the severed heads and vicious pride.

~John Watson, your Blogger

A/N: Hmm...I kind of cheated with the "choc'late". But who pronounces it "choc-o-late" anyway?