Grudge Held Tight

Hate stirs the winds, a restless gale,

Spreading trouble, its venomous trail.

Whispers of discord, shadows that grow,

Fanning flames where peace should glow.

But love, a balm, so tender and wise,

Sees beyond the hurt, beneath the guise.

It overlooks, it mends, it forgives,

Breathing life into hearts, so love truly lives.

No tally kept, no grudge held tight,

Love shines steady, a guiding light.

Though hate may roar and shake the skies,

Love endures, and never dies.