The first time
I looked at you
Really looked close
I noticed the scar
On your left cheek.
So faint
And so soft
I almost wondered
If you knew it existed.
One night
When the fighting was almost
Too much to take
I grabbed your face
In quiet desperation
And kissed your selfish lips
Then traced
The outline of your scar
And felt you tense
As if I held your world in my hands,
you held my heart in yours.
You took my hand
and never again,
never again
did I question.
