In the chambers of the heart, anger's ember glows,
A flame fed by the past, a bitter wind that blows.
Hold not its fervor, let not resentment start,
For in its fierce embrace, love may depart.
The past, a canvas painted with hues untold,
Yet clinging to anger, its story unfolds.
Release its grip, unshackle the heart's chain,
Embrace the present, let love's tendrils reign.
In the tapestry of time, each moment weaves,
The past's shadow recedes, the present perceives.
Hold not the fury that time can't amend,
In the garden of now, let affection ascend.
For anger, a specter that dims love's glow,
A heavy cloak on shoulders, a burden to sow.
In the dance of today, let resentment depart,
For love's fullest bloom starts in the heart.
So, shed the weight of the grievances past,
In the vessel of now, let love be cast.
The more anger recedes, like the setting sun,
The brighter the love, a new day begun.
