In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows meet the gentle light,
Forgiveness walks with tender grace,
Healing wounds, leaving no trace.
Love, a beacon in the darkest hour,
Blooms anew like a resilient flower,
Embracing flaws with open arms,
Shielding hearts from worldly harms.
Forgiveness, softly mending the past,
Crafts a bond destined to last,
In love’s embrace, we find our peace,
A silent promise, a sweet release.
Together they weave a timeless song,
In their presence, we belong,
Forgiveness and love, hand in hand,
Guide us gently through life’s vast land.