Ebony Eyes

As golden summer flies, I reminisce a time we were spies. In love and intrigue were we allies; Oh, how I miss my Ebony Eyes! Bound tightly together in that world of allure, Motives certain-future unsure; There, through dark dangers, to reassure, Deep in the shadows, my paramour! Love was a smile, a touch, a first glance, An encounter unplanned-perchance. Under starry skies of secret romance, Was wonder, mystery and extravagance. Through circumstances of our own creation, We tried to love our nation. How I remember the sensation Of love's sweet liberation! "Be true," is the phrase that applies. At thoughts of him, my heart sighs. Dreams alight, like wings of butterflies! Oh, how I miss my Ebony Eyes.