I had just accidentally smashed <br />my boyfriend Howard in the forehead <br />with a horseshoe. The blood surged <br />through his eight year old fingers, <br />dripping down his face. I screamed, <br />dropped the horseshoe and spun <br />to race towards the house, <br />'No, don't tell anyone! ' He tried to <br />block me from reaching grown-ups <br />and help. <br /> <br />I remember looking into his eyes, <br />and seeing blind love, and fear. <br />He could forgive me any pain I would <br />ever cause him, and deny it as well. <br />If they found out he thought, <br />then our love was lost. Even now <br />I'm amazed, how love can survive, <br />in spite of all our visible <br />and hidden scars.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-just-blood/
