I bloom upon the face with grace, a quiet light no words replace. In joy I grow, in warmth I stay, then gently fade and slip away.

Change my middle to a D and ride a bike. Remove my last and fight for animal rights Pick me one by one and see who you like Spread a lot of me over the honeymoon suite for romantic nights

I have arms but no hands, and a bridge with no water. I have to stick close to your face unless I fall off.

Some keep ice, an Igloo’s nice. A cold front brings this air to life. A pillow’s other side at night. Too hot to eat? Wait for this to bite.

I come at a different time every day, In moments between nights or days, my part I play. You can expect me to wake the cold, harsh lights... Is this riddle too silly for your mights?