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Shall I compare thee to a thunderstorm?
Your eyes so bright, your soul so worn.
How can one man these days still look divine?
Like a greek god. Suits hungry eyes just fine.
I'm just a soldier, nothing's special on me.
With hair like sand and blue eyes like the sea.
My body's short unlike your lanky frame,
The scar up there is not on me to blame.
You hold me tight when I make love to you.
I hold your hand when you reveal what's true.
I think you're fantastic, brilliant and good,
And to protect you every man I'd shoot.
Oh Sherlock, love, the things you do to me.
Oh Sherlock, love, I shall forever just love thee.