In this life of mine I’ve known
Love as the most fleeting feeling
Blushing, giggling
Held in ways I dreamt
But never kept for long.

I have tasted bitter revenge
Sworn my heart to ice
Felt hate burn through my veins
Feeding wounds that would not heal.

But in quiet hours when anger fades
I find forgiveness waiting
Soft as dawn, patient as time.

Because even in pain and ruin
Love was first
And love was everything.
So I choose to forgive
For love was there before the hurt
And it must remain after.