Her Scars

His gentle glance swept over her
and paused as he saw them.
Gentle scars drawn on her delicate skin.
Scars of pain and tears.
She cringed and hoped he'd forget
but together they were stuck in a moment in time.

Fingertips brushed over thin lines
like an eraser; like magic.
And a shiver filled her soul.

She looked into his eyes
and although the moment was over,
she trusted him and felt renewed because of him.

She wasn't the scars anymore,
she was a woman.
A woman who had experienced
the demons in her past.
A woman who was now so lucky
to have a man like him.