In the quiet whispers of the heart,
Where shadows dance and memories spark,
Lies a gentle art, a healing start,
To mend the soul, to find the mark.

Beneath the burden of past mistakes,
A tender voice within awakes,
To forgive is not to erase,
But to release, to embrace.

The echoes of regret may linger,
Yet love’s touch, a soothing singer,
Transforms the pain, a gentle healer,
Guiding the wounded heart, a believer.

In the garden of the soul, seeds are sown,
Where forgiveness blooms, fully grown,
A testament to love’s gentle throne,
In letting go, we are never alone.