You\'re not a hero of my novel,
You\'re just a tiny episode.
I\'ve spent my soul, while writing poems,
You were like a glacier, boldly cold.
I\' ve cried the heart completely out ,
You\'ve stayed indifferent and closed .
You weren\'t meant to hear shouts,
Nor to react to who I was.
I saw in you my destination,
Yet didn\'t mean to alter lives.
You\'re right caring for a salvation,
I\'m wrong, waiting for your soul\'s reply.
I longed for gentle warmth and cuddling,
Not physical, without lust .
For flame of souls, which doesn\'t burn, but sparkling,
And what is more , for endless trust.
Trust, that there\'s nothing accidental,
We face all people for an aim.
My life was pretty uneventful,
Before the Lord gave me you name.
You\'re not a hero, I\'m not blaming,
I simply had to acquiesce :
A tiny episode...game changing...
You\'ve changed my world without reverse...