The Cynosure

I've made you the cynosure of my life;

In this ocean, I'll never be lost again.

Wherever I go, you are always present there,

Let your boundless tears pour like a moonbeam.

Your face is ever recurring before my mind in secret.

In your momentary absence, I can never find any shore.

If ever my heart wants to go astray, 

A glimpse of that face makes it feel ashamed of itself.

I've made you the cynosure of my life;

Never again I'll be lost in this ocean.