I had just accidentally smashed
my boyfriend Howard in the forehead
with a horseshoe. The blood surged
through his eight year old fingers,
dripping down his face. I screamed,
dropped the horseshoe and spun
to race towards the house,
'No, don't tell anyone! ' He tried to
block me from reaching grown-ups
and help.

I remember looking into his eyes,
and seeing blind love, and fear.
He could forgive me any pain I would
ever cause him, and deny it as well.
If they found out he thought,
then our love was lost. Even now
I'm amazed, how love can survive,
in spite of all our visible
and hidden scars.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-just-blood/