A love letter to my city

My first love affair,

it begins where the hills first met the sky

you see,

my first love wasn't a boy,

it was a mix of sounds

of a sad guitar

and the constant hammering on the pavement

it was a steep street

leading to an old castle,

where I saw the ruins of a Saint

It was a running river

that gave life to an empire,

it was a city bounded in a nutshell

claiming the sea and sky

it was the whisper of a hero

who longed for home.

It is the mirror of an empire,

thought to be eternal