Two Harbours
Three cities
Two harbours
A single promise
Broken
Broken neath
An uninterrupted
Blue
Maltese sky
Valletta
Has not changed
At all
My love
I swear she
Is the very same
As when you
Last left her
Cool as her
Many cobbled streets
More favoured than
Two harbours kissing
A true romance
Holidayed
Yet still aching
A mere finger tip apart