The Hero Not of My Dream
Not a handsome man from a movie screen,
Not the captain and not the pilot,-
The hero not of my dream lives on our street.
He does not write any poems,
He has an average salary, average weight and average height.
He is so usual and simple.
I look at him with with a smile -
Ah! How ordinary!
But yesterday he suddenly started
talking with me about the weather.
I was surprised,
but answered him .
He handed me a rose blossom,
suddenly apologized for disturbing me and left .
Nothing more happened.
But I know:
Tomorrow he again
will go to the market to shop for food,
He will buy a newspaper
and will read it on the tram on his way to work .
But despite all this,
Yesterday in my sleep, I cried:
" I am such a fool!
I did not recognize you until now!
The hero not of my dream,
Welcome to my life soon!
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