No need for a compass, no map to unfold,
Love isn't a destination, a story untold.
It blooms in the present, a warmth in my chest,
A smile in your eyes, a place I find rest.

Love whispers in laughter, in moments we share,
In gentle embraces, a comfort so rare.
It lives in the kindness, the way that you see,
The best part of me reflected in thee.

No distance can sever, no future unknown,
Love's essence surrounds me, wherever I've flown.
For love, my dear love is the air that I breathe,
Wherever I wander, with you, it will weave.
And love is where I am