If love's a light, make yours a star,
Steady, steadfast, ever seen:

If love's a tree, make yours a pine,
Straight and strong and ever-green.

If love has wings, then walk the wind:
Hopes fly high like feathered dreams.

Since dreams by day are fragile things,
May yours flame forth in fiery streams
Of joy and children issuing.

Since trees though tall may fall or fail
May yours outface what fate may bring,
For deep roots hold through storm and gale.

Though lights may flicker, shadows pool,
Though dark things rise, though old joys pall,
Yet stars shine best when darkness rules,
For love shall triumph over all.