Hair is brown, sometimes toned blonde.
My mystery is yours to solve
Eyes so blue they mimic grey
I believe in Sherlock, I have faith

I’m sorry, I got distracted
I forgot this was reality.
You aren’t really Sherlock,
And I’m not really with you on T.V.

Your Benedict
I’m a Cumberbitch
A fan, I mean no harm, don’t flee!
Fandom so sick, so shrewd and scary
“John, don’t just sit there, watching telli!”

Your cheekbones chiseled so define
I’d cut myself just slapping them
I love your hair, curly tousles be mine.
I love it with blonde and combed to the side.

Your accent so thick, so deep and nerve wrenching
I could fall asleep,
Please read me a story
About glory, and faith

That’s what I lave in you.
I believe in Sherlock, I have faith.
I digress.
I believe in Benedict,
I will win this race.