In the quiet whispers of the night,
Love stands tall, unseen by sight.
Its gentle hands, they guide the way,
Through shadowed paths and skies of gray.

The heart, it beats with silent cries,
For dreams that soar, for dreams that die.
Yet in the silence, strength it finds,
A tapestry of love unwinds.

Sacrifice, the shadowed friend,
Walks beside where paths may bend.
In giving all, it finds its grace,
In love’s embrace, a sacred place.

For love, it knows no bounds nor end,
In giving all, it learns to mend.
Through sacrifice, love learns to fly,
In the gentle whisper of goodbye.