A heavy silence hangs within this hall,
Where once our laughter danced elegantly bright.
I let my foolish pride build up a wall,
And cast our tender love into the night.
Now humbled low, without a shield or sword,
I lay my faults before your feet gently;
Your absence strikes a dissonant, sharp chord,
More bitter than the winter winds to me.
Forgive the hasty words I spoke in ire,
The shadows that I cast upon your face;
I seek to rekindle the sacred fire,
And find my way back to your warm embrace.
If you would grant the mercy of a smile,
I’d banish ego to the void above;
Let us forget the pain and trial a while,
And crown our hearts once more with sovereign love.
To ask for forgiveness is to reclaim the nobility of the spirit. This verse serves as a bridge across the chasms of misunderstanding, proving that true love is resilient enough to weather the storms of our own imperfections.
