In the dance of hearts, we sometimes falter,
Missteps echo, but love doesn’t alter.
Through the tears and the silent fights,
We find our way back under moonlit nights.

Mistakes are the ink in our shared book,
Pages turned with every glance we took.
Forgiveness blooms where anger once grew,
In the garden of us, refreshed by morning dew.

Whispers of regret may cloud the air,
Yet in those storms, we learn to care.
Each fault a lesson, each wound a mend,
In love’s vast journey, we transcend.

Hand in hand, with flaws we embrace,
Together we find our perfect place.
For in every error, there’s a chance anew,
To write a story, timeless and true.