Neville

Two Harbours

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