True north is etched in our heart
Where our moral compass has a place to start
Love is just a slice of pie
Compassion is more than meets the eye
True north can be a Picasso or a Van Gogh
Select our brushes with a passion only we know
Emotions are earmarked by our outer face
So look inside ourselves to fill that empty space
Magnetic north is off by a few degrees
As cupids aim brings us to our knees
Reason is a map we use to go forth
In finding our own true north
Be it a wild and turbulent flow
It’s a direction we all want to go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well penned...............let love guide us to peace