Uncharted Waters
There’s no map to navigate,
In her sea of tears,
o’er her depths I ruminate,
The fog of love blears.
This poem is written in the form of an Irish quatrain called a cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht.
There’s no map to navigate,
In her sea of tears,
o’er her depths I ruminate,
The fog of love blears.
This poem is written in the form of an Irish quatrain called a cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht.