You only live twice, they claim
But you die only once
So go save the world again
Use your wits and your guns

When I look back at it now;
It was a view to a kill
You must live and let live, she said
No more blood left to spill

Come take my hand, my dear
A brief truce among spies
Yet what I will show you
Is just for your eyes

This is no time to die, she cried
But I still let her fall
I think that spy truly loved me
In spite of it all...

A/N: My third submission for Poets Pub's Founder's Challenge #3; Write a poem, any style, any subject. 100 words or less. None of the words can be more than 5 letters long.