North guides the lost, south whispers of rest,
But love, my true compass, surpasses the best.
Love shall be my sunrise, painting the dawn,
A fiery passion, a light newly born.

Love, my guiding star in the twilight's embrace,
Guiding me homeward, to a familiar space.
No map can define it, no border confines,
Love's boundless journey, forever entwined.

Eastward with hope, westward with dreams,
Love's compass directs, where my spirit beams.
My love shall be my east and west