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
compassion
For even when the eyes judge
and see hurt
the heart only sees love
©RoseGirl2020
