In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows weave with light,
Lies the gentle art of forgiving,
A grace that sets us free, ever living.
Love, a tender balm to the soul,
Mends the cracks and makes us whole,
In its warmth, we find our way,
Turning darkness into day.
Forgiveness, a bridge we cross,
Over rivers of pain and loss,
It teaches us to let go,
And watch the seeds of compassion grow.
Together, they dance in endless embrace,
Love and forgiveness, a timeless race,
In their union, we find peace,
And discover a world where sorrows cease.