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Dec 2013
It kept under close security.
A secret only known to you and me.
Our love is classified.


Agents of various kinds has join the hunt to investigate us.
Using tricks or the spy trade to hunt us down.
Asking questions of friends and other without getting a clue.

Even the FBI has classified you and me.
That the Freedom of Information Act won't divulge facts about us.
That's how important is our love.

Even the CIA has gotten into it too.
Having us wondering, what did we do?
We still to this day is  lost.
Do this love we share come with a cost?


We try to explain it just to be shut down.
That our relationship can't be told to those we know.
It's simply classified.
For the present and for future times.

Secretive, we are.
Secretive, we be.
Until we give them permission to be released.
But we try.
Honestly try.
Just to confirm that its just not the right time.

So, we wait.
Yes, we wait.
But it won't be for long.
Because truthfully, we are fully grown.
And hadn't done a single thing wrong.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Ann M Johnson
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