Oh, sacred cartographer of love's domain,
Whose ink traces the paths of joy and pain,
In the folds of your parchment, secrets hide,
Where the soul's wanderings gently abide.
You chart the valleys of tender affection,
And scale the peaks of deepest connection.
Each contour drawn with tender care,
A tapestry of emotions, rich and rare.
In your compass rose, passion finds its north,
Guiding hearts through storms and sloping forth.
Through winding rivers of laughter and tears,
You navigate the passage of years.
Oh, map of the heart, with lines unfurled,
You guide us through the labyrinth of the world.
In your atlas, we find solace and grace,
As we journey through life's boundless space.
Though storms may rage and winds may blow,
Your legend whispers the way we must go.
For in the cartography of love's great art,
You are the compass of every heart.
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