Love is the sun's hand Reaching into cornered darkness Bringing light where light Has no path of its own Love is the sun's hand Warming frozen beings From long harsh winters Weathered alone Love is the sun's hand Lifting broken hearts From battlefields of hate Left to mend on their own Love is the sun's hand Building places of refuge Places of connection Places for those cold, hurt, and alone Love is the sun's hand And you are the hand Of the sun Warming, reaching, lifting Everywhere the sun alone Can not
P.s. You can read more of my thoughts on love here.