Salvation

There's no other way to describe it, than with three little words.

He saved me.

Maybe not in the traditional sense,

where he comes riding in on a white horse.

But with a liberating and enlightening caress.

He is not my knight in shining armour,

not that I would want him to be.

He is just a man.

That relit a flame in my heart.

A flame that has slumbered,

through heartbreak, breakdowns and numbing pain.

A flame that, once fanned, cannot be extinguished.

It's a burning, blinding, engulfing passion.

He doesn't know how much it meant,

but he broke down the boundary.

Saved my heart, in the kindest of ways.