In the tender whisper of the night,
When shadows dance in moonlit light,
Hearts find solace in the gentle touch,
Of love’s embrace, forgiving much.

Through the storms and endless rain,
Love remains, easing the pain,
A beacon in the darkest hour,
Forgiveness blooms, a fragile flower.

Beneath the weight of sorrow’s tear,
Love’s whisper banishes the fear,
Each wound healed by tender grace,
Forgiveness shines on every face.

In the tapestry of life we weave,
Love and forgiveness, we receive,
Together, they create a song,
A melody where hearts belong.