Oh Love, look what we have done,
A tangled mess, beneath the setting sun.
Words flung like stones, a hurtful display,
Leaving scars etched, where laughter once played.

But wait, love whispers, a chance to rebuild,
With gentle forgiveness, on fertile ground tilled.
Let's mend what is broken, with hearts open wide,
Brick by loving brick set hurt aside.

For love's patient hand can mend and restore,
Together we'll rise, stronger than before.
Though shadows may linger, a lesson we've learned
Oh love, look what we have done, while we hurt again