Spring showers its pink blossoms
of forgiveness upon us
to clear the way for summer’s fruits
to grow

And I’m sorry, my love
for those times
that I have hurt you
when I was in fact
hurting myself

And I forgive you
for those times
that you have hurt me
when you were
hurting yourself

Our hearts that always find
For even when the eyes judge
and see hurt
the heart only sees love