In the labyrinth of hearts, we stumble and we fall,
Mistakes, like shadows, whisper through the hall.
Yet in the quiet moments, when love’s voice is still,
We find the strength to mend, and hearts begin to heal.

Through words unspoken and harsh lines drawn,
We navigate the night until the break of dawn.
Each tear a lesson, each sigh a silent plea,
In the tapestry of us, mistakes set us free.

In the tender embrace of apologies and grace,
We rebuild the trust that time cannot erase.
For in every error, in every wrong turn,
Lies the spark of growth, and love’s eternal yearn.

So let us cherish the flaws, the cracks in our art,
For they etch the story of a resilient heart.
In the symphony of love, mistakes play their part,
Guiding us gently to a brand new start.