A compass, shall it show,
With its needle stalwart and steadfast;
Guiding you on a path you both know,
Away from bitter memories past.
A compass, built to last;
A constant companion in a world thus vast;
One that shan't be lightly cast,
One that you shall trust.
With its needle stalwart and steadfast;
Guiding you on a path you both know,
Away from bitter memories past.
A compass, built to last;
A constant companion in a world thus vast;
One that shan't be lightly cast,
One that you shall trust.
You, my dear, are mine compass;
For, no matter rain or shine,
You show me the way
To your love thus divine.
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