Compass

Did we know?
—in that moment
when our eyes met across that room, 
across oceans of time, pain, and place—
Did we know a secret magnetism
was calling us home?
Green on blue map markings,
course-correcting bearings
among all the navigated savagery,
across all the lost wilds
we had traversed without.

Did we know this wild rose
would bloom between us?
Poles shifting until
starry-eyed, our circle connects;
A fixed point amidst torrents
of world-worn chaos and despair.
Our love, our commitment
a beacon in the night.

Enduring. Constant. True. 

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