The Scarred Boy

Under the moon,

Yet over the stars,

Wearing maroon,

Hiding his scars.

With his hand,

He held mine,

Above the land,

Bound in twine.

A twilight kiss,

Upon my face,

With such bliss,

Caring embrace.

Is it called love,

What I feel?

Like a matching glove,

I was head over heel,

But then one night,

I broke his shield,

And there was light,

His scars were healed.