Not a hero

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...