The Ultimate Love

 

A compass that points to love

directs the heart and mind

To a source rich and from above

which at times is hard to find

 

The compass bearing is always the same

taking us along a familiar way

It is a strange route along a simple lane

from which we frequently stray

 

A way often tortuous and long

with many a tear shed

Yet as we approach we hear a song

from a heart which once bled