In the quiet whispers of the heart, love speaks,
With gentle hands, it mends the broken seams,
Through tears and laughter, it softly seeks,
The path where forgiveness weaves its dreams.
Beneath the weight of sorrow, love stands tall,
A beacon in the darkest nightâs embrace,
It lifts the soul from where shadows fall,
And fills the void with warmth and grace.
Forgiveness flows like rivers deep and wide,
Washing away the stains of past regrets,
In its current, hearts find a place to hide,
And in its depths, true love never forgets.
With every dawn, a new chance to begin,
To heal the wounds that time cannot erase,
For in forgiveness, love will always win,
And in its light, we find our rightful place.