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...
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