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
Alfred Ramos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-north/
