My heart is like a compass.
It doesn’t point north
or follow any map—
it only points to you.
No matter where I go,
or how far life takes me,
something inside me
always finds its way back to you.
Sometimes I feel lost
in the noise of the world,
but my heart stays quiet
and keeps turning
in your direction.
Maybe that’s what love is—
walking through life
without a map,
but knowing exactly
who you’re walking toward.
So if anyone asks me
where I’m going,
I’ll simply say:
I’m following
the compass of my heart…
and it leads to you.