Scar Faced Boy

Everyone teased him, this lovely boy. “Scar face,” they taunted in hopes to destroy. He never replied, he never fought back. I always admired him for taking that track. He had been in an accident many months ago Out to party with his friends in the snow A wolf came and attacked, and while his friends began to flee He was left to combat without victory. The boys who had ran were cowards at heart So they bullied him mercilessly right from the start I’ve always known the truth though about his strong creature His open, understanding heart is his best feature. His hair, curly and wild, a tangle of black Makes every girl’s head turn to stare, but he never stares back. He is six foot three, all hard core muscle But he never engages in the other boy’s hustle and bustle. His smile is lopsided, his teeth have a crook Yet I love, yes I love, oh how I love to look His jaw is strong, his face is square Yet no one talks to him, no they wouldn’t dare. His clothes are old and torn, his shoes are too small His backpack doesn’t zip and snares cover all I love him, though, this boy who never fights back For his heart is filled with love and never stains black. He smiles for me as he walks by his locker And every day after school as he runs to play soccer He has never shed a tear, not once for his scars For he knows that someone loves him up in the stars. I gaze down with love from the Heavens above And watch as he grows older each year with my love I wait and I wait and I wait and I wait For the day when he will come and join me to partake, In basking in the sun and floating on clouds Like I do in my new home among the crowds. Never forget to love, my son And with that love all shall be won.