A heart does not understand boudaries
A heart is like a compass
It only knows what it feels
and points that way
A compass needle knows only to point to true North
A heart only points in a direction it feels True
My heart only points, without shame, to you
The same, no matter where I turn, or what I do
Loving you seems the only thing to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem