Sacrifice is a language that love understands, Boisterous winds it bravely withstands, Bring love to the night, It will tunnel through with its light. Salute the love that’s not weary of giving, It comes to you believing, It searches for a room, An abode for it to bloom. Love beckons on us, It’s a gentle and serene force, Always taking is not its disposition, It flows from a still position. It’s an armour for me, Love buoys me across the dark deep sea, It takes the wheel even as I go up each day’s hill.