The Cartographer of My Soul
Before you, my world was sketched in grey,
A map of known roads, and a single way.
My compass spun wildly, seeking true North,
But found only echoes of its own worth.
My borders were sharp, my coasts all defined,
A landscape predictable, purely confined.
Then you came along, a seismic shift,
And granted my closed-off existence a gift:
A whisper of wonder, a tectonic release,
You redrew the lines, bringing chaos and peace.
You named the dark currents that ran through my fear,
And mapped constellations where nothing was clear.
You are the cartographer of my soul's secret space,
Uncovering rivers in a desolate place.
You trace all the fault lines I tried to conceal,
And see not the damage, but what they reveal.
Where others saw valleys of shadow and doubt,
You found sun-drenched highlands and led my heart out.
With you, the horizon is no longer fixed,
Every known point is delightfully mixed.
You are not just a landmark, a star, or a sea,
You are the vast country I'm destined to be.
And should I get lost in the twist of the years,
Your love is the legend that conquers all fears.
H